The Circus Boys in Dixie Land : or, Winning the Plaudits of the Sunny South by Edgar B. P. Darlington
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"Remember the day I did a stunt in front of the circus billboard back home?" "And fell in the ditch, head first? I remember it," and Phil Forrest laughed heartily. "You and I weren't circus men then, were we?" "No." "But we are now." "I guess we are," nodded Phil with emphasis. "Still, we have something to learn yet. We are a couple of lucky boys, you and I, Teddy Tucker. Had it not been for Mr. Sparling we might still have been doing chores for our board in Edmeston." "Instead, we are getting our envelopes with sixty dollars apiece in them from the little red ticket wagon every Tuesday morning, eh?" "Just so." "I never thought I'd be able to earn so much money as that in a whole year," reflected Teddy. "Nor I." "Do you think we'll get any more 'raises' this season?" |
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