Of course all the guests ran to Toby's assistance; and while the
fat woman poked him all over to see that none of his bones were
broken, the skeleton brushed the dirt from his clothes.
All this time the monkey screamed, yelled, and danced around on the
tent pole and ropes, as if his feelings had received a shock from
which he could never recover.
"I didn't mean to end it up that way, but it was Mr. Stubbs's fault,"
said Toby, as soon as quiet had been restored and the guests, with
the exception of the monkey, were seated at the table once more.
"Of course you didn't," said Mrs. Treat, in a kindly tone. "But
don't you feel bad about it one bit, for you ought to thank your
lucky stars that you didn't break any of your bones."
"I s'pose I had," said Toby, soberly, as he looked back at the
scene of his disaster, and then up at the chattering monkey that
had caused all the trouble.
Shortly after this, Mr. Stubbs having again been coaxed down from
his lofty position, Toby took his departure, promising to call
as often during the week as he could get away from his exacting
employers.
Just outside the tent he met Old Ben, who said, as he showed signs
of indulging in another of his internal laughing spells:
"Hello! has the skeleton an' his lily of a wife been givin' a
blowout to you, too?"
"They invited me in there to dinner," said Toby, modestly.
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