Charlie’s mouth opened into a crack from ear to ear. “Why—why, the money is up in the cupola!”
“The money is up there in the cupola? Yes, I knew that; you told me that before. What holds your money?”
“A tin dipper.”
“Well, now, if you don’t look out, somebody will steal your money. You may be assured that honorary members won’t trouble it.”
“Ho!” shouted Charlie. “There goes a man and a hand organ and a monkey.”
The dignity of the club was not sufficient to restrain Charlie and several others from an almost headlong rush for the out-door attraction, and they quickly surrounded the organ-grinder. He owned a remarkable monkey, the boys thought, especially when he mounted by a spout to the window of Aunt Stanshy’s chamber, and, entering it, soon re-appeared shaking in his hand Aunt Stanshy’s spectacles!
“Put ’em on!” cried Sid.
“He can, he can!” said his master. “Me taught him.”
The next moment the spectacles appeared on the monkey’s nose!
“He look like her,” said the organ-grinder.