for you, and every morning when you come in you will find your
baggage there. Let me see. I guess we'll place you up at the
end, next to the side wall of the dressing room. You will be
more by yourself there. You'll like that, won't you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Going in in costume, today?"

"No, sir. Mr. Sparling thought I had better wear my own clothes
today, for advertising purposes."

Miaco nodded understandingly.

"Then you'll want to fix up again. Been in the gutter?"

"I fell into a ditch in the darkness this morning," grinned Phil.

"You'll get used to that. Mr. Ducro, the ringmaster, carries a
lantern with him so he won't fall in, but none of the rest of us
do. We call him Old Diogenes because he always has a lantern in
his hand. If you'll take off that suit I'll put it in shape for
you."

"Undress--here?"

"Sure. You'll have to get used to that."

Phil retired to the further end of the tent where his trunk had
been placed in the meantime, and there took off his clothes,