That's the living
skeleton, but if he keeps on eating the way he's been doing
lately the boss will have to change the bills and bill him as the
fattest man on earth."
"Huh!" grunted Teddy. "He could crawl through a rat hole in a
barn door now. He's thin enough to cut cheese with."
Phil gave his companion a vigorous nudge under the table.
"You'll get into trouble if you are so free in expressing your
opinions," he whispered. "Don't forget the advice Mr. Sparling
gave you."
"Apple or custard pie?" broke in the voice of the waiter.
"Custard," answered Phil.
"Both for mine," added Teddy.
He got what he had ordered and without the least question, for
the Sparling show believed that the best way to make its people
contented was to feed them.
Mr. Sparling and his assistants, Phil observed, occupied a table
by themselves. After he had finished the owner motioned to him
to join them, and there Mrs. Sparling made a place for him by her
side and thanked him briefly but warmly for his brave act.
"I shall have to keep an eye on you two boys," she smiled. "Any
time I can help you with advice or otherwise you come right to
me.
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