The two boys were on their way home from school. There remained
but one more day before the close of the term, which was a matter
of sincere regret to Phil and of keen satisfaction to his
companion. Just now both were too full of the subject of the
coming show to think of much else.
"Going to the show, Phil?"
"I am afraid not."
"Why not?"
"I haven't any money; that's the principal reason," smiled the
boy. "Are you?"
"Sure. Don't need any money to go to a circus."
"You don't?"
"No."
"How do you manage it?"
"Crawl in under the tent when the man ain't looking," answered
Teddy promptly.
"I wouldn't want to do that," decided the older lad, with a shake
of the head. "It wouldn't be quite honest. Do you think so?"
Teddy Tucker shrugged his shoulders indifferently.
"Never thought about it. Don't let myself think about it. Isn't
safe, for I might not go to the show if I did. What's your other
reason?"
"For not going to the circus?"
"Yes."
"Well, I don't think Uncle would let me; that's a fact."
"Why not?"
"Says circuses and all that sort of thing are evil influences."
"Oh, pshaw! Wish he was my uncle," decided Teddy belligerently.
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