"He has been making paste," Phil informed him.

Mr. Sparling laughed heartily.

"I guess we shall have to graduate you from the paste pot and
give you a diploma. I cannot afford to pay a man seventy-five
dollars a week to mix up flour and water."

"And steam," corrected the irrepressible Teddy.

"Should not some press work be done from this car?" asked Phil.

"By all means. It is of vast importance. Hasn't it been done?"

"No, sir; not since I have been on board. I would suggest that
we turn Teddy loose on that; let him call on the newspapers,
together with such other work as I may lay out for him.
Teddy is a good mixer and he will make friends of the
newspaper men easily."

"A most excellent idea. I leave these matters all in your hands.
As to matters of detail, in regard to the outside work, I would
suggest that you consult Conley freely. He is a good, honest
fellow, and had he a better education he would advance rapidly.
I intend to promote him next season. Conley told me, this
morning, of your brilliant exploit in billing the silo."

"Oh, you saw him this morning? Now I understand why he
hurried away and came back all smiles. You--you told him
I was to be manager?"