"Yes, I've got it. You know I've something in my head besides grey hairs, John."
"Hi've no manner o' doubt o' that," replied John.
"Well, I have thought this thing over, and I have determined to see, first, what there is in America, before I send you out to Europe."
"It'll take you a long time to do that," said John, "and you'd 'ave to travel a great w'ile to see all the poultry we've 'ere."
"I won't travel at all," said Phineas.
"No? As 'ow, then?" inquired John.
"I'll get up a show—a poultry exhibition—on a grand scale, and it shall come off at my Museum, at New York. Everybody'll come, of course; and we can see what there is, buy what I want from the best of 'em, and make our selections as we may fancy; you shall go out afterwards to England, and obtain for me what I can't get here, you see."
"Capital!—hexellent!" responded John.
"And I'll call it the—the—what?" said Barnum, stopping for an appropriate title to this anticipated exhibition.
"I donno," said John, puzzled.