“In a wagon on a pile of canvas,” answered Phil.
“And they threw us out of bed this morning,” Teddy informed him, with a grimace.
Mr. Sparling laughed heartily.
“And we fell in a creek,” added Teddy.
“Well, well, you certainly are having your share of experiences.”
“Will you allow me to make a suggestion, Mr. Sparling?” asked Phil.
“Of course. You need not ask that question. What is it?”
“I think I ought to have some sort of a costume if I am to continue to ride Emperor in the grand entry.”
“H-m-m-m. What kind do you think you want?”
“Could I wear tights?”