Teddy was grinning broadly, but Cummings was not. The latter was
glowering angrily at his little antagonist.
"Shake?" asked Teddy, extending a hand.
"No, I'm blest if I will! I'll not shake hands with anybody who
has insulted me by buttering my face," growled the pilot.
"You'll be better bred if you are well buttered,"
suggested Teddy.
"Oh, help!" moaned The Fattest Woman on Earth.
"Put him out! Put him out!" howled several voices in chorus.
"Yes, that's the thing! We can stand for some things some of the
time, but we won't stand for everything all of the time," added
a clown wisely.
Half a dozen performers picked Teddy up bodily, bore him to one
of the open windows and dumped him out on the deck.
"Here, what's all this commotion about?" commanded Phil, who,
at that moment, came from his cabin to the deck.
"They threw me out," wailed Teddy.
"What for?"
"I made a pun."
"Tell it to me."
Teddy in short, jerky sentences, related what had been done
and said. Phil leaned against the rail and shouted.
"I--I don't blame them," he gasped between laughs.
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