“Fine!”
“Then, I think I’ll let you juggle the big coffeepot in the cook tent for the edification of the hungry roustabouts,” grinned Mr. Sparling.
“What do I do?”
“Do, young man—do?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Why, you stand by the coffee boiler in the cook tent, and when you hear a waiter bawl ‘Draw one,’ at the same time throwing a pitcher at you from halfway across the tent, you catch the pitcher and have it filled and ready for him by the time he gets to you.”
“Do I throw the pitcherful of coffee back at him?” questioned Teddy innocently.
“You might, but you wouldn’t be apt to try it a second time. You’d be likely to get a resounding slap from the flat of his hand—”
“I’d hit him on the nose if he did,” declared Teddy belligerently.
Mr. Sparling could not resist laughing.