after delivering himself of which sentiment he strolled away with
hands in his pockets, whistling merrily.

The drive to the country in the fresh morning air was a most
delightful one to Phil.

After leaving the town they soon came in sight of a
deserted house. It evidently had been abandoned, for
it was in a bad state of dilapidation.

"There's a dandy daub!" exclaimed Billy. "We'll plaster it with
paper until the neighbors won't know it. When we get there, hop
off and bring some pails of water, will you?"

"Sure," answered Phil. While he was doing this, the billposter
was spreading his paper out on the ground, deciding on the layout
that he would post.

A few minutes later and the gaudy bills were going up like magic
on the road side of the house and the two ends, so that the
pictures might be seen from every point of view from the highway.
The house had been transformed into a blaze of color.

"All right," sang out Billy. "Good job, too."

Phil had learned something. He had noted every movement of
the billposter.

"How long does it take to learn to post, Billy?" he asked.