Part 10 (2/2)

”I feel, when I say that we like and admire Mr. Tyler, all present will agree with me, and all would like to hear him say a word for himself.”

The skeleton seemed to have expressed the views of those present remarkably well, judging from their expressions of pleasure and a.s.sent, and all waited for the honored guest to speak.

Toby knew that he must say something, but he couldn't think of a single thing; he tried over and over again to call to his mind something which he had read as to how people acted and what they said when they were expected to speak at a dinner-table, but his thoughts refused to go back for him, and the silence was actually becoming painful. Finally, and with the greatest effort, he managed to say, with a very perceptible stammer, and while his face was growing very red:

”I know I ought to say something to pay for this big dinner that you said was gotten up for me, but I don't know what to say, unless to thank you for it. You see I hain't big enough to say much, an', as Uncle Dan'l says, I don't amount to very much 'cept for eatin', an' I guess he's right. You're all real good to me, an' when I get to be a man I'll try to do as much for you.”

Toby had risen to his feet when he began to make his speech, and while he was speaking Mr. Stubbs had crawled over into his chair. When he finished he sat down again without looking behind him, and of course sat plump on the monkey. There was a loud outcry from Mr. Stubbs, a little frightened noise from Toby, an instant's scrambling, and then boy, monkey, and chair tumbled off the platform, landing on the ground in an indescribable ma.s.s, from which the monkey extricated himself more quickly than Toby could, and again took refuge on the top of the tent-pole.

Of course all the guests ran to Toby's a.s.sistance; 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 did,” 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:

[Ill.u.s.tration: TOBY SITS DOWN ON MR. STUBBS.]

”h.e.l.lo! has the skeleton an' his lily of a wife been givin' a blow-out to you too?”

”They invited me in there to dinner,” said Toby, modestly.

”Of course they did--of course they did,” replied Ben, with a chuckle; ”they carries a cookin'-stove along with 'em, so's they can give these little spreads whenever we stay over a day in a place. Oh, I've been there!”

”And did they ask you to make a speech?”

”Of course. Did they try it on you?”

”Yes,” said Toby, mournfully, ”an' I tumbled off the platform when I got through.”

”I didn't do exactly that,” replied Ben, thoughtfully; ”but I s'pose you got too much steam on, seein' 's how it was likely your first speech.

Now you'd better go into the tent an' try to get a little sleep, 'cause we've got a long ride to-night over a rough road, an' you won't get more'n a cat-nap all night.”

”But where are you going?” asked Toby, as he s.h.i.+fted Mr. Stubbs over to his other shoulder, preparatory to following his friend's advice.

”I'm goin' to church,” said Ben, and then Toby noticed for the first time that the old driver had made some attempt at dressing-up. ”I've been with the circus, man an' boy, for nigh to forty years, an' I allus go to meetin' once on Sunday. It's somethin' I promised my old mother I would do, an' I hain't broke my promise yet.”

”Why don't you take me with you?” asked Toby, wistfully, as he thought of the little church on the hill at home, and wished--oh, so earnestly!--that he was there then, even at the risk of being thumped on the head with Uncle Daniel's book.

”If I'd seen you this mornin' I would,” said Ben; ”but now you must try to bottle up some sleep agin to-night, an' next Sunday I'll take you.”

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