"If it hadn't been for that unexpected gust of wind I should have
made it nicely," explained Phil with a sickly grin. "Oh, pshaw,
I'm not as much of a billposters as I thought I was. I guess
there is more to this game than I had any idea of."

"You will learn. You took a pretty big contract when you tried
to put up that eight-sheet."

"We will let you try a one-sheet on the farther end of the barn.
A one-sheet is a small, twenty-eight inch piece of paper,
you know."

Phil nodded.

"I'll try it," he said. "I guess a one-sheet is about as big a
piece of paper as I am fit to handle just yet."

He managed the one-sheet without the least trouble, and did a
very good job, so much so that Billy complimented him highly.

"You will make a billposter yet. One good thing about you is
that you are willing to learn, and you are quick to admit that
you do not know it all. Most fellows, when they start, have
ideas of their own--at least they think they have."

After that Phil did the small work, thinned the paste and made
himself generally useful.

"Oh, look at that!" he cried, pointing off ahead of them.