"What is it?" asked Phil.
"Coffee, my lad. We always make coffee the first thing when we
get in, these chilly mornings. The men work much better after
getting something warm inside them. Got a cup?"
They had not.
"Wait, I'll get you one," said the accommodating showman.
Never had anything tasted so good as did the coffee that morning.
It was excellent coffee, too, and the boys drank two cups apiece.
"We mustn't drink any more," warned Phil.
"Why not?" wondered Teddy.
"Because we shall be so nervous that we shall not be able to work
today. And, by the way, were I in your place, I should get busy
here and help in the cook tent until you are told to do something
else. I think it will make a good impression on Mr. Sparling."
Teddy consented rather grudgingly.
"I'll turn in and do something at the same time. What can we do
to help you, sir? That coffee was very good."
"Might get busy and unpack some dishes from those barrels. Be
careful that you don't break any of them."
"All right. Where shall we put them?"
"Pile them on the ground, all the dishes of the same size
together. Be sure to set a lantern by them so nobody falls over
them in the dark.
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