Mr. Sparling, however, would not permit it.
Those were glorious days for Teddy. He could not keep away
from the circus lot. He had plenty of time to think up new
ways of tormenting his enemies, some of which he applied from
time to time. The boy was safe, however, for no one felt
inclined to punish a boy who was going around the outfit with
one arm helpless in a sling.
Perhaps Teddy Tucker took advantage of this fact. At least, he
enjoyed himself and, besides, found plenty of time to hunt for
his lost egg. The boy was suspicious of everyone. One time he
became firmly convinced that Mr. Sparling had taken it from him.
The moment the idea occurred to him he hunted up the showman and
demanded to know if the latter had his egg.
"No," answered Mr. Sparling with a twinkle in his eyes, "but I
will try to arrange so you get another."
"You will?"
"Yes."
"Thank you; thank you."
"I am having the show's carpenter make one out of wood."
"I can't eat a wooden egg," protested Teddy.
"Why not? You were going to eat the ostrich egg. The wooden
one will give you indigestion no quicker than the other would
have done.
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