"Look for something larger, Midget; something quite large."
"And be careful of your frock," warned her mother, for Midget was down on her hands and knees, looking under the big divan.
"Keep on your feet!" advised King. "And look everywhere."
"Pooh! If I keep on my feet, I can't find anything big!" exclaimed Midget. "Where could it be hidden?"
"That's for you to find out!" returned King.
"I'll give you a hint," said Cousin Jack. "Turn, Mehitabel, turn."
Marjorie turned slowly round and round, but that didn't help her any.
"Turn, turn, turn, turn," Cousin Jack kept saying in a monotone, and suddenly it flashed on Marjorie that he meant for her to turn something else beside herself.
She turned the key of a bookshelf door, and opened it, but found nothing but books.
"Turn, turn, turn, turn," droned Cousin Jack.