"It's all right. I accept your apology. What's this you say about the fellows—whom do you mean?"
"He means our class at the high school," Phil informed the showman.
"Oh, yes. How many are there in the class?"
"Let me see—how many are there, Teddy?"
"Thirty or forty, not counting the fat boy who's the anchor in the tug of war team. If you count him there are five more."
"I presume they'll all be wanting to come to the show?" questioned Mr. Sparling.
"Any fellow who doesn't come is no friend of mine."
"That's the way to talk. Always have the interest of the show in mind, and you'll get along," smiled the owner.
"We-e-l-l," drawled the lad. "I wasn't just thinking about the interest of the show. I was thinking more about what a figure I'd be cutting before the boys."
Mr. Sparling laughed heartily.