The Circus Boys in Dixie Land : or, Winning the Plaudits of the Sunny South by Edgar B. P. Darlington
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"But this is different." "Not so much so. It would be giving away seats that could be sold and that probably will be sold. No; I guess the boys had better pay for their seats." Teddy looked disappointed. "Don't you think it is worth fifty cents to see us perform?" queried Phil. Teddy grinned broadly. The idea appealed to him in a new light. "That's so. I guess it's worth more than fifty cents, at that. I guess I don't care if they do have to pay, but I want them to come to the show. What do you suppose I've been working two years for, if it wasn't to show off before the fellows? Haven't you?" "No." "What then?" "Why, what do you think?" "I don't think. It's too hot to think this morning." "All right. Wait till someday when the weather is cooler; then think the matter over," laughed Phil, hurrying on toward where |
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