To Phil there was no rain. Though he already was drenched to the
skin he did not know it.
All at once he pulled himself up sharply.
"Phil Forrest, you are getting excited," he chided. "Now, don't
you try to make yourself believe you are the whole show, for you
are only a little corner of it. You are not even a side show.
You are a lucky boy, but you are going to keep your head level
and try to earn your money. Twenty dollars a week! Why, it's
wealth! I can see Uncle Abner shaking his stick when he hears of
it. I must write to Mrs. Cahill and tell her the good news.
She'll be glad, though I'll warrant the boys at home will be
jealous when they hear about how I am getting on in the world."
Thus talking to himself, Phil plodded on in the storm until he
reached the business part of the town. There he found a store
and soon had provided himself with a serviceable rubber coat, a
pair of rubber boots and a soft hat. He put on his purchases,
doing up his shoes and carrying them back under his arm.
The parade started at noon. It was a dismal affair--that is, so
far as the performers were concerned, and the clowns looked much
more funny than they felt.
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