"It'll be splendid," began Kit, "especially the piano. I've had my hands over my eyes, making stars; and I was thinking"—
"That's just what we want, Chief of the Mohawk Valley. Don't keep us in suspense."
"I'm going to save up my money, like some one Hal was reading about the other day, and buy a fiddle."
A shout of laughter greeted this announcement, it sounded so comical.
Kit rubbed his eyes in amazement, and failed to see any thing amusing. Then he said indignantly,—
"You needn't make such a row!"
"But what will you do with a fiddle? You might tie a string to Charlie, and take her along for a monkey; or you might both go round singing in a squeaky voice,—
'Two orphan boys of Switzerland.'"
"You're real mean, Joe," said Kit, with his voice full of tears.