Finally my father realized that as the piano playing had increased, the study of Law had decreased. The following excitement threw the Law office and the entire family into disorder. Such scenes were seen now and then:"Susie." my father would shout, "good lawyers make good money and enjoy the secure future I have set up for you." Weeping wildly. Susie would respond." But I like piano. I want to be a concret pianist." My mother made many useless attempts to make peace between them, but the battle continued. "Su-u-u-san."my father would shout slowly but forcefully. "Law-will-give-you-a-secure-and-profitable-future. Be-practical. Be-reasonable." But Susie was happy only when she was absorbed in music and was utterly miserable among her law books. She continued to respond simply. " I do not like law; I like to play the piano." In the end, my father would thunder like an echoing drum: "Reason. That's what you should use. REASON." and end the argument by slamming the door as he went back to his office.