"
"He does, and he has it. I will show my appreciation more fully
when I get all this rush out of the way. The loss of the center
pole doesn't amount to much, but the rest does."
"And the hen laid an egg," reiterated Teddy.
"Oh, yes, I forgot to tell you. The big ostrich hen laid an egg
this evening."
"Is it possible?"
"Yes; Teddy found it in the hay behind the concert platform."
The showman's eyes twinkled.
"What were you doing back there?"
"Looking for a place to take a catnap between acts."
Mr. Sparling laughed heartily.
"There's only one Teddy in the whole wide world!"
"I hope not," added the boy quickly.
"Where is the egg--what did you do with it?"
"Got it in my bag here, want to see it?"
He handed the egg to Mr. Sparling who turned it over, glancing at
it curiously.
"Look out! You'll drop it!"
"And what are you going to do with it, may I ask?"
"Eat it."
"What, eat up my property?"
"Eggs belongs to the finder, and--"
"You mean eggs _belong_ to the finder," corrected Phil.
"Yes, I guess so. Any way, so you say it.
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