"There's a dandy daub!" exclaimed Billy. "We'll plaster it with
paper until the neighbors won't know it. When we get there, hop
off and bring some pails of water, will you?"
"Sure," answered Phil. While he was doing this, the billposter
was spreading his paper out on the ground, deciding on the layout
that he would post.
A few minutes later and the gaudy bills were going up like magic
on the road side of the house and the two ends, so that the
pictures might be seen from every point of view from the highway.
The house had been transformed into a blaze of color.
"All right," sang out Billy. "Good job, too."
Phil had learned something. He had noted every movement of
the billposter.
"How long does it take to learn to post, Billy?" he asked.
"Some fellows never learn. Others get fairly expert after a few
weeks puttering around."
"May I try one today?"
"Sure thing. If the next one is easy I will give you a chance
at it."
The next daub proved to be a small hay barn a little way back in
a field.
"There's your chance, my boy," he said.
Phil jumped out before the wagon had come to a stop and, with
paper and brush under his arms, ran across the field. With more
skill than might have been expected with his limited experience
he smeared the paper with paste, then sought to raise it up to
the side of the building as he had seen Billy Conley do.
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