"Says circuses and all that sort of thing are evil influences."

"Oh, pshaw! Wish he was my uncle," decided Teddy belligerently.
"How long are you going to stand for being mauled around like a
little yellow dog?"

"I'll stand most anything for the sake of getting an education.
When I get that then I'm going to strike out for myself, and do
something in the world. You'll hear from me yet, Teddy Tucker,
and maybe I'll hear from you, too."

"See me, you mean--see me doing stunts on a high something-or-
other in a circus. Watch me turn a somersault."

The lad stood poised on the edge of the ditch, on the other side
of which the billboard stood. This gave him the advantage of an
elevated position from which to attempt his feat.

"Look out that you don't break your neck," warned Phil. "I'd try
it on a haymow, or something like that, first."

"Don't you worry about me. See how easy that fellow in the
picture is doing it. Here goes!"

Teddy launched himself into the air, with a very good imitation
of a diver making a plunge into the water, hands stretched out
before him, legs straight behind him.

He was headed straight for the ditch.