"
"That's all right, Toby," said Mr. Treat, with a pleased expression
on his face; "an' you may bring Mr. Stubbs with you, if you want."
"Thank you," said Toby. "I'm sure Mr. Stubbs will be just as glad
to come as I shall. But where will we be tomorrow?"
"Right here. We always stay over Sunday at the place where we show
Saturday. But I must be going, or Lilly will worry her life out of
her for fear I'm somewhere getting cold. She's awful careful of
me, that woman is. You'll be on hand tomorrow at one o'clock, won't
you?"
"Indeed I will," said Toby, emphatically, "an' I'll bring Mr. Stubbs
with me, too."
With a friendly nod of his head, the skeleton hurried away
to reassure his wife that he was safe and well; and before he had
hardly disappeared within the tent Toby had another caller, who
was none other than his old friend Old Ben, the driver.
"Well, my boy," shouted Ben, in his cheery, hearty tones, "I haven't
seen you since you left the wagon so sudden last night. Did you
get shook up much?"
"Oh no," replied Toby. "You see I hain't very big; an' then I struck
in the mud; so I got off pretty easy."
"That's a fact; an' you can thank your lucky stars for it, too, for
I've seen grown up men get pitched off a wagon in that way an break
their necks doin' it. But has Job told you where you was going to
sleep tonight? You know we stay over here till tomorrow.
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