What trouble we have had has been
due wholly to our own fault," answered Phil manfully.
"With whom?"
"I would rather not say anything about it, if you will permit me
to remain silent."
"You are a queer boy, Phil."
"So I have been told before," answered the lad, laughing.
"And your friend Teddy is a confounded sight more so. I'm afraid
he would have a hard time with most any other show in spite of
the fact that he is an excellent performer."
"I have told him as much."
"Oh, you have?"
"Yes, sir."
"What does he say?"
"He doesn't take my advice very seriously, I am afraid. Teddy is
all right at heart, however."
"I agree with you."
Phil then related to Mr. Sparling the incident of the dressing
tent, when Teddy gathered the daisies to place on the "grave" in
memory of Mrs. Waite's soldier dead, to all of which the showman
listened with thoughtful face. Mr. Sparling rose, walked to the
door of the tent, then returned and sat down.
"You never knew that I was a soldier, too, did you, Phil?"
"No, sir. Were you really?"
"Yes.
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