The man laughed and brought out his pencil.
“We’re going to open up to-night.” [[53]]
“Fine!”
“Our show is going to be a humdinger. Music and everything.”
“Music? Some one going to play a mouth organ?”
“No. We’ve bought an orchestrelle.”
“A which?”
“An orchestrelle,” Scoop repeated, grinning.
“How do you spell it?”
“Evidently,” Scoop joked, “you aren’t very well posted on the better class of musical instruments.”