“I should think it would. I have never felt it, but I have had some pretty narrow escapes. What did the folks you are living with say when you got home all mud last night?”
Teddy grinned a sheepish sort of grin.
“Told me I’d better go out in the horse barn—said my particular style of beauty was better suited to the stable than to the kitchen.”
“Did you?”
“Well, no, not so as you might notice it. I went down to the creek and went in swimming, clothes and all. That was the easiest way. You see, I could wash the mud off my clothes and myself all at the same time.”
“It’s a wonder they let you in at all, then.”
“They didn’t; at least not until I had wrung the water out of my trousers and twisted my hair up into a regular top-knot. Then I crawled in behind the kitchen stove and got dried out after a while. But I got my supper. I always do.”
“Yes; I never knew you to go without meals.”
“Sorry you ain’t going to the circus tomorrow, Phil.”
“I am. Teddy, I’m free. I can do as I like now. Yes, I’ll go to the circus with you, and maybe if I can earn some money tonight I’ll treat you to red lemonade and peanuts.”