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Page 54
"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--"
Again she hesitated, to be helped on by Sage-brush with the
assurance: "She'll do it--fire away--it's a--"
"A--"
"Go on."
Sage-brush in his enthusiasm backed too far into the blanket
screen. His spurs became entangled. To save himself from a
fall, he threw out his hand behind him. They struck the polished
cover of the instrument, slid off, and Sage-brush sat down on the
keys with an unmistakable crash.
"A piano!" cried Echo exultantly.
"Who done that?" demanded Show Low angrily.
Parenthesis, from his place on the floor, looked at the
mischief-maker in disgust. "Sage-brush!" he shouted.
"Givin' the hull thing away," snarled Fresno.
Show Low could contain himself no longer. Going up to
Sage-brush, he shook his fist in his face, saying: "You're the
limit. You ought to be herdin' sheep."
The victim of the accident humbly replied: "I couldn't help it."
Mrs. Allen smoothed out the differences by declaring: "What's
the difference, she wouldn't have guessed, not in a million
years--stand away and let her see it."
Fresno swept them all aside with the blanket.
"Oh, isn't it beautiful, beautiful!" cried Echo.
"Who--what--where--" she stammered, glancing from one to the
other, her eyes finally resting on Jack.
"Not guilty," he cried. "You'll have to thank the boys for
this."
With happy tears welling up in her eyes, Echo said: "I do thank
them, I do--I do--I can't tell how delighted I am. I can't say
how much this means to me--I thank you--I say it once, but I feel
it a thousand times." She seized each of the boys by the hand
and shook it heartily.
"Would you like to have another selection?" asked Fresno,
relieving the tension of the situation.
"No!" shouted the punchers unanimously. Fresno looked very much
crestfallen, since he considered that he had made a deep
impression by his first effort.
"Mrs. Payson's goin' to hit us out a tune," announced Sage-brush.
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