"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.
"Now we can't have any dance," lamented Nan.
"How long are you going to stop here, Mr.--er--did I understand your
name was Blipper?" asked Mr. Bobbsey, thinking he might arrange to have
the organ played a little while for the children.
"Blipper is my name--Aaron Blipper," answered the man. "Sole owner and
proprietor of Blipper's Merry-Go-Round which will exhibit for a week,
and maybe more, at the Bolton County Fair."
"My name is Bobbsey," went on the father of the twins.
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