The Circus Boys on the Flying Rings : or, Making the Start in the Sawdust Life by Edgar B. P. Darlington
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"Of course. It's my business to know something about everything. I ought to thank you for getting Mrs. Sparling out of that mix-up this morning, but I'll let her do that for herself. She wants to see you after the performance." "I don't like to be thanked, Mr. Sparling, though I should like to know Mrs. Sparling," said Phil boldly. "Neither do I, neither do I. Emperor has gone daffy over you. What did you feed him?" "Some sugar and peanuts. That was all." "Huh! You ought to be a showman." "I have always wanted to be, Mr. Sparling." "Oh, you have, eh?" "Yes, sir." "Well, why don't you?" "I have never had the opportunity." "You mean you've never looked for an opportunity. There are always opportunities for everything, but we have to go after them. You've been going after them today for the first time, and you've nailed one of them clear up to the splice of the center |
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