"I think," said Marjory, "that it's a fire-proof safe to keep Rosa Marie's plaid dress in, so it won't set the house afire."
"I guess," said Bettie, "it's some sort of a refrigerator to use on Sundays only."
"It looks to me," ventured Mabel, "like a cage with a monkey in it. I've seen them in processions, only they were fancier."
"I know what it is," said Henrietta, "because we have one like it, but ours isn't as nice as this."
"Now turn your backs," requested Mrs. Crane.
In another moment the girls were listening to a delightful concert. Wonderful music was pouring from the polished cabinet.
"I was the nearest right," asserted Mabel.
"Why!" objected Bettie, "you said it was a monkey—monkeys don't sing."
"I was right, just the same. It's a hand organ, and everybody knows that a monkey's pretty near the same thing."
The girls laughed, for Mabel, who was usually wrong, always insisted obstinately that she was right.