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And he went slowly out, leaving Tommy with the feeling that he had had enough of slides. He even wiped the flooring clean again with a waterproof and the clothes-brush, though the clown (who had been hiding) tried to prevent him.

‘We ain’t ‘ad ‘arf the fun out of it yet!’ he complained (he always spoke in rather a common way, as Tommy began to notice with pain).

‘I’ve had enough,’ said Tommy. ‘It was my Uncle John who slipped down that time, and he’s hurt, and he’d come to take me to the Crystal Palace!’

‘Well, he hadn’t come to take me,’ said the clown; ‘you are stingy about your relations, you are; you ain’t ‘arf a boy for a bit o’ fun.’

Tommy felt this rebuke very much, he had hoped so to gain the clown’s esteem; but he would not give in, he only suggested humbly that they should go up into the play-room.

The play-room was at the top of the house, and Barbara and two little sisters of Tommy’s were playing there when they came in, the clown turning in his toes and making awful faces.

The two little girls ran into a corner, and seemed considerably frightened by the stranger’s appearance, but Barbara reassured them.

‘Don’t take any notice,’ she said, ‘it’s only a horrid friend of Tommy’s. He won’t interfere with us.’

‘Oh, Barbara,’ the boy protested, ‘he’s awfully nice if you only knew him. He can make you laugh. Do let us play with you. He wants to, and he won’t be rough.’

‘Do,’ pleaded the clown, ‘I’ll behave so pretty!’

‘Well,’ said Barbara, ‘mind you do, then, or you shan’t stop.’

And for a little while he did behave himself. Tommy showed him his new soldiers, and he seemed quite interested; and then he had a ride on the rocking horse, and was sorry when it broke down under him; and after that he came suddenly upon a beautiful doll which belonged to the youngest sister.

‘Do let me nurse it,’ he said, and the little girl gave it up timidly. Of course he nursed it the wrong way up, and at last he forgot, and sat down on it, the head, which was wax, being crushed to pieces!

Tommy was in fits of laughter at the droll face he made as he held out the crushed doll at arm’s length, and looked at it with one eye shut, exclaiming, ‘Poor thing! what a pity! I do ‘ope I ‘aven’t made its ‘ead ache!’

But the two little girls were crying bitterly in one another’s arms, and Barbara turned on the clown with tremendous indignation.

‘You did it on purpose, you know you did!’ she said.

‘Go away, little girl; don’t talk to me!’ said the clown, putting Tommy in front of him.

‘Tommy,’ she said, ‘what did you bring your friend up here for? He only spoils everything he’s allowed to touch. Take him away!’

‘Barbara,’ pleaded Tommy, ‘he’s a visitor, you know!’

‘I don’t care,’ she replied. ‘Mr. Clown, you shan’t stay here; this is our room, and we don’t want you. Go away!’ She walked towards him looking so fierce that he backed hastily. ‘Go downstairs,’ she said, pointing to the door. ‘You, too, Tommy, for you encouraged him!’

‘Nyah, nyah, nyah!’ said the clown, a sound by which he intended to imitate her anger. ‘Oh, please, I’m going; remember me to your mother.’ And he left the room, followed rather sadly by Tommy, who felt that Barbara was angry with him. ‘That’s a very disagribble little girl,’ remarked the clown, confidentially, when they were safe outside, and Tommy thought it wiser to agree.

‘What have you got in your pockets?’ he asked, presently, seeing a hard bulge in his friend’s white trunks.

‘Only some o’ your nice soldiers,’ said the clown, and walked into the schoolroom, where there was a fire burning. ‘Are they brave?’ he asked.

‘Very,’ said Tommy, who had quite persuaded himself that this was so. ‘Look here, we’ll have a battle.’ He thought a battle would keep the clown quiet. ‘Here’s two cannon and peas, and you shall be the French and I’ll be English.’