"No, guess again."
"How can I tell?" cried Jasper, wildly. "It might be anything."
"But it isn't anything—I mean it is something," said Polly, in her most decided fashion.
Jasper leaned his head back on a pile of pillows, and gave himself up to thinking.
"Polly," said Ben, "you'd better tell; see, he's getting tired."
Seeing which, Polly gave a little start of dismay. "I'll tell; don't get tired. Oh, Jasper, it's a monkey."
"A monkey!" repeated Jasper, faintly.