"Oh, there's my dear old Clown friend!" thought the Rabbit, all wet as he was. "How in the wide world did he get here?"
But of course he could not ask, any more than the Calico Clown could answer.
And when the Clown, lying on the grass where he had fallen from
Sidney's pocket, saw the Candy Rabbit, the Clown said to himself:
"Yes, there he is! The same one I knew before. Oh, if we could only get together by ourselves and talk! How much we could say!"
Sidney picked the Calico Clown up off the grass.
"Where did you get him?" asked Madeline again. "He's awfully cute. I saw one like that in the store where Aunt Emma got my Candy Rabbit."
"Maybe this is the same one," Sidney answered. "I traded off my musical top to Archibald for the Clown. His leg is broken."
"Whose—Archibald's?" asked Madeline, in surprise.
"No, the Clown's," answered Sidney, with a laugh. "I'm going to fix it. Course a Calico Clown is worth more than a musical top, for the Clown is new and my top was old. But a Clown with a broken leg isn't worth so much."
"Is it worth anything?" asked Madeline. "I mean can you fix him?"