"Do be serious for a minute, won't you?"
"Me, serious? Why, I never cracked a smile. Isn't anything to
smile at. Besides, do you know, since I've been in the circus
business, every time I want to laugh I check myself so suddenly
that it hurts?"
"How's that?"
"Because I think I've still got my makeup on and that I'll crack
it if I laugh."
"What, your face?"
"My face? No! My makeup. By the time I remember that I haven't
any makeup on I've usually forgotten what it was I wanted to
laugh about. Then I don't laugh."
Teddy shied an Indian club at a rat that was scurrying across the
far end of their gymnasium, missing him by half the width of
the building.
"If you don't care, of course I shan't tell you. But it's good
news, Teddy. You would say so if you knew it."
"What news? Haven't heard anything that sounds like news,"
his eyes fixed on the hole into which the rat had disappeared.
"You can't guess where we are going this summer?"
"Going? Don't have to guess. I know," answered the lad with an
emphasizing nod.
"Where do you think?"
"We're going out with the Great Sparling Combined Shows,
of course. Didn't we sign out for the season before we closed
with the show last fall?"
"Yes, yes; but where?" urged Phil, showing him the letter he
had just brought from the post office.
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