"What is it?" asked Echo eagerly.
"You've got to call it blind," broke in Sage-brush.
"Guess it," cried Fresno.
"A pony-cart," hazarded Echo.
"Shucks! no," said Show Low at the idea of presenting Echo with anything on wheels.
Echo then guessed: "Sewing-machine."
Sage-brush encouraged her, "That's something like it—go on—go on."
"Well, then, it's a—"
Sage-brush grew more excited. He raised and lowered himself on his toes, backing toward the piano. "Go it, you're gettin' there," he shouted.
"It's a—"