“Oh, are you from the circus?” asked Jan eagerly.
“I used to act in one—doing flip-flops and other clown work,” answered the man. “Now I’ve joined the movies. I’m Jimmie Tizzy!”
“Oh, are you Jimmie Tizzy?” cried Ted, for well he knew that name, having laughed more than once at the funny antics of this clown of the movies.
“That’s who I am,” the man replied, with a laugh.
“You don’t look like him,” ventured Jan doubtfully.
“That’s because I haven’t my make-up on, nor dressed as you generally see me,” said Mr. Tizzy. “But if you stay around here long enough you’ll see me as I really am. I’m going to have a part with Mr. Portnay next week.”
“Oh, are you stopping here at the farm, and are you with Mr. Portnay’s movie company?” cried Ted.
“That’s right!”
“We haven’t seen you before, and we’re staying at the farm, too,” said Jan.
“There are so many of us, it’s no wonder you missed me,” said Mr. Tizzy. “I really haven’t done any acting for the camera since we came here. My part doesn’t get filmed until next week. But I wanted to keep in practice, so I came out here to do a few flip-flops. Then I saw you fishing and I thought it would be fun to play a little joke on you. I hid in the deep grass, pulled your hook in with a long stick and fastened the boot on first. Then I put on the shoe and lastly the tin can. Did you mind it?”