“Ask it,” said Lewis. “Ask it what?” Jonathan looked blank. “The circumference of the moon, you bearded booby!” screamed Mrs. Zimmermann. “Where I left my hat after the Chicago World’s Fair! Now think a minute, Jonathan. What would you want to ask it?” “Where the clock is?” asked Jonathan in a small voice. A burst of rather mechanical applause came from the front room. It was the organ, smarting off as usual. Jonathan stuck his tongue out at it over his shoulder.
