"He thinks so still," said Barnum. "I don't think there's much personal resemblance between me and the editor of the 'Tribune,'" he continued, meditatively.
"No, sir, not much."
"Don't do it again, my lad. It's wrong to hum-bug people, you know. By the way, do you ever come to the Museum?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, your joke is worth something. Here is a season ticket for three months."
He handed the newsboy, as he spoke, a slip of paper on which was written:—
"Admit the bearer to any performance in the Museum
during the next three months.
P. T. Barnum."
"I got off better than I expected," thought Rough and Ready. "I didn't know but both of 'em would get mad, and be down upon me. I wish he'd given me a ticket for three, and I'd have taken Miss Manning and Rose along with me."