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“You have indeed,” added the Cat. “We appreciate your dancing and your fun very much.”

“Thank you, both,” replied the Calico Clown. “It is a pleasure to do things for fellows such as you.”

Then they rested quietly.

A little later Sidney opened the door of the closet to see if his Calico Clown was all right. There lay the yellow and red chap on his back, with one leg stuck straight up in the air, as if he had just kicked a football and then had fallen down.

“Why! Why!” exclaimed Sidney in surprise. “I didn’t leave my Clown like THAT!”

“What has happened to him?” asked Madeline, who came to see if her Candy Rabbit was dry.

“He has one leg stuck up in the air,” went on her brother. “I left him lying flat on his back, so the broken leg I mended would get good and hard and stiff again. Now look at him!”

“It IS funny,” agreed Madeline. Didn’t you move him?”

“I didn’t touch him, and I don’t believe anybody has come to this closet since I put him here, except you. Wouldn’t it be funny, Madeline, if the Clown got up by himself to see if he could walk on his glued leg?”

“Yes, it would be very funny,” agreed the little girl. “But maybe my Rabbit helped him, or this Match-Safe Cat. Maybe they moved the Clown!”

“How could they?” Sidney wanted to know.

“They couldn’t, unless they came to life,” went on Madeline in a whisper. “And sometimes,” she went on, looking around to make sure no one else heard her, “sometimes I think that our toys CAN do things by themselves when we can’t see them.”

“Oh, ho! Course they can’t do anything!” laughed Sidney.

But if he could have seen the Calico Clown dancing on the closet shelf, and if he could have heard the Cat and the Candy Rabbit laughing until one’s head nearly came off and the other had pains in his ears, then Sidney would have thought differently, wouldn’t he?

“Well, anyhow, I’m going to take my Calico Clown out and see how he jumps around this morning,” said Sidney, after a while.

Sidney found that the Calico Clown was almost as good an acrobat, or jumper, as ever. When punched in the chest, the Clown would bang his cymbals together. And when the strings were pulled, out shot the arms and legs like those of a Jumping Jack, only in different fashion.

The red and yellow trousers of the Clown had not been soiled by his giant’s swing accident, and Sidney had been careful not to get any spots of glue on his toy when he mended him.

“The only thing wrong is that the broken leg is a little stiffer than the other,” Sidney said, as he made his Clown do all sorts of funny tricks. “I suppose that leg is a little shorter, or maybe the glue made it stiff. But he is just what I want, and I’d rather have him than the musical top I traded for him. Maybe Herbert and I can get up a little circus, as Herbert once had a show with his Monkey on a Stick. A clown belongs in a circus, and so do monkeys. Maybe we’ll have one.”

The Calico Clown, who heard Sidney say this, thought it would be very jolly to be in a circus.

Sidney certainly liked the Calico Clown. He made him do many funny tricks for the boys and girls–Dick, Dorothy, Mirabell, Arnold, and for Madeline and Herbert, who were Sidney’s brother and sister.

“With my Monkey on a Stick and your Calico Clown we surely can have a fine circus some day,” said Herbert, as he and Sidney were playing out on the porch one warm, summer day.

The Monkey and Clown had been glad to see each other when they met again after having been separated at the store. Each one had different adventures to tell.

All of a sudden, as Herbert and Sidney, with their Monkey and Clown toys, were making each other laugh by the funny antics of the two playthings, a voice called: