"Thank you, Jim," said Daddy.
"Yes, that's Sidney's Clown," declared Arnold, when he had looked at the red and yellow chap. "But how did he get in the basket of clothes?"
"That's quite a long story," said Daddy. "Come into the house and I'll tell you. Did your mother send you back with the Clown, Jim?" he asked of the little colored boy.
"Yes'm—I mean yes, sah!" Jim answered. "He was in de basket all done wrapped up in hankowitches."
"Those were the handkerchiefs I took from my pocket and put in Mandy's basket when I met her at the gate," said Mirabell's daddy. "And so you found him, Jim!"
"Yes'm—I mean yes, sah! Me an' Liza Ann found him. He's a jolly good Clown; but Mammy, she wouldn't let us keep him 'cause as how she said he belonged to Mirabell or Arnold."
"No, he doesn't live here," said Arnold. "Oh, Sid will be so glad to get him back!"
"I suppose you and your sister felt bad about losing the Clown," said
Daddy to Jim. "Didn't you?"
"I suahly did!" exclaimed the little colored boy. "So did Liza Ann."
Daddy and Mother talked softly together a moment, and then Mother hurried away to come back with something that made Jim's eyes sparkle and open wide.