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CHAPTER VII
MAKING FRIENDS WITH THE ELEPHANTS
"Is it possible? I didn't know that," marveled the boy. "And
does she perform?"
"Everybody works in this outfit, young man," laughed the
assistant, "as you will learn if you hang around long enough.
Going to the show?"
"Yes, sir."
"Got seats?"
"Mr. Sparling provided me with tickets, thank you. But I've got
to get home first and put on some other clothes. This suit is
about done for, isn't it?"
"I should say it was. You did that stopping the horse, didn't
you?"
Phil nodded.
"Boss will buy you a new suit for that."
"Oh, no; I couldn't allow him to do that," objected Phil.
"Well, you are a queer youngster. So long. I'll see you when
you come in this afternoon. Wait, let me see your tickets."
The lad handed them over wonderingly, at which his questioner
nodded approvingly.
"They're good seats. Hope you will enjoy the show."
"Thank you; I am sure I shall," answered Phil, touching his hat
and starting on a run for home.
Arriving there, Mrs. Cahill met him and threw up her hands in
horror when she observed the condition of his clothes.
"I am afraid they are gone for good," grinned Phil rather
ruefully.
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