"
"Thank you."
Phil's eyes were bright. He was happy in the accomplishment of a
piece of work that was not done every day. In fact, this one was
destined to go down in show history as a remarkable achievement.
They sat down to a fine dinner, and Phil entertained the family
for an hour relating his experiences in the show world.
When the hour came for leaving, the farmer urged them to remain,
but the men had work to do and a long drive ahead of them.
They drove away, Phil waving his hat and the farmer and his wife
waving hat and apron respectively.
As the rig reached a hill, some three miles away, Phil and Billy
turned to survey their work.
"Looks like a fire, doesn't it, Billy?"
"It sure does. It would call out the fire department if there
was one here."
"And the best of it is, that posting will be up there when the
show comes this way next season. It is a standing advertisement
for the Great Sparling Shows. But I suppose Mr. Snowden would
say it wasn't much of a job."
CHAPTER IX
TEDDY GETS INTO TROUBLE
"Get those paste cans outside! Step lively there!"
"Say, you talk to me as if I were one of the hired help,"
objected Teddy, his face flushing.
"Well, that is exactly what you are. You'll soon learn that you
are hired help if you remain on this car.
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