Billy Conley had written fully of
Phil Forrest's brilliant exploits. After one of these letters,
Mr. Sparling wrote Conley, as follows:
"Those boys will never tell me when they do anything worthwhile.
It isn't like Phil to talk about his own achievements. So you
write me anything of this sort you think I would like to know.
I do not mean you are to act as a spy, or anything of the sort.
Just write me the things you think they will not write about."
Bill understood and faithfully followed out his
employer's directions. Mr. Sparling proudly showed
Conley's letters to all of his associates back with
the show, where there was much rejoicing, for everyone
liked Phil; not only liked but held him in sincere
admiration for his many good qualities.
That evening, however, Teddy sat down at the typewriter and
laboriously hammered out a letter to his employer.
"Hang the thing!" he growled. "I wish I had only one finger."
"Why? That's a funny wish," laughed Phil. "Why do you
wish that?"
"Because all the rest of them get in the way when I try to run
a typewriter."
"I am afraid you never would make a piano player, Teddy."
"I don't want to be one. I would rather ride the
educated donkey. It's better exercise." Teddy then
proceeded with his letter. This is what he wrote:
"Dear Mr.
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