“You always want to get a pail of water before you undress.”
“Say, Phil, did you really fly?” queried Teddy, who was standing by eyeing his companion admiringly.
“Sure. Didn’t you see me?”
“I did and I didn’t. Will you show me how to fly like that?”
“’Course I will. You come in under the big top tomorrow after the show and I’ll give you a lesson.”
Teddy had not happened to observe the simple mechanical arrangement that had permitted the young circus performer to carry out his flying act.
“I reckon you ought to get a dollar a day for that stunt,” decided Teddy.
“Yes, I think so myself,” grinned Phil.
Teddy now turned his attention to Mr. Miaco, who, made up for his clown act in the ring, presented a most grotesque appearance.
“How do I look?” asked the clown, noting the lad’s observant gaze.