"Then come right in the house. My wife will get you something, and I want to introduce her to a real live circus man—that's you."
"Thank you."
Phil's eyes were bright. He was happy in the accomplishment of a piece of work that was not done every day. In fact, this one was destined to go down in show history as a remarkable achievement.
They sat down to a fine dinner, and Phil entertained the family for an hour relating his experiences in the show world.
When the hour came for leaving, the farmer urged them to remain, but the men had work to do and a long drive ahead of them.
They drove away, Phil waving his hat and the farmer and his wife waving hat and apron respectively.
As the rig reached a hill, some three miles away, Phil and Billy turned to survey their work.
"Looks like a fire, doesn't it, Billy?"
"It sure does. It would call out the fire department if there was one here."
"And the best of it is, that posting will be up there when the show comes this way next season. It is a standing advertisement for the Great Sparling Shows. But I suppose Mr. Snowden would say it wasn't much of a job."