"And you are always ready to argue," said Anya.
The Dollies had a little argument and were just about to quarrel, when a much worn Clown hobbled in on one leg, and made peace.
"Ladies, patience! Everything will be very nice and we will have a good time. Of course, I have only one leg, but Top isn't any better off than I am. See him spin on his one leg. Hello, old Top!"
"Z-z-z! Z-z-z! Hello! Why does one of your eyes look as if someone had punched you?"
"Nonsense! I fell off the couch. Worse things than that happen."
"Oh, I know that. Spinning, I sometimes strike my head against the wall full force."
"It's a good thing your head is empty," said Clown.
"All the same, it hurts. Z-z-z! Just try it and you'll find out."
Clown only clapped his brass cymbals in answer. He was really a very light-minded fellow.
Then came Petrooshka, bringing along with him a crowd of visitors: his own wife, Matryona Ivanovna; the German doctor, Carl Ivanovitch; and a huge-nosed Gypsy, riding on a three-legged horse.