"There isn't any monkey," Bert said. "It isn't exactly a hand organ. It's one that works by steam, I imagine," he said. "It's part of the merry-go-round."
"That's right. It's a good organ, too," said the ragged, lanky boy, who was working away at the engine, while the red-faced man had started for the front of the truck. Hearing the melody the red-faced man turned to the boy and angrily cried:
"Here! I didn't tell you to turn that music on! Shut it off, do you hear!"
"My, what a cross man!" said Flossie, in what she meant to be a whisper.
"Hush!" her father said.
"Shut that organ off! What'd you turn it on for, Bob?" grumbled the man.
"I didn't turn it on, Mr. Blipper. It turned itself on—too much steam, I guess."
"Well, shut it off, do you hear! I don't want to play music when I don't get any money for it. Shut it off!"
The boy did something to the engine and the organ music died away in a sad wail.
"Oh, dear!" sighed Flossie.