“I—thought—so—too!” gasped the Clown. He had to speak in jerks because his breath was bounced out of him.
The Rubber Clown bounded nearly as high as the shelf from which he had turned a somersault and then down to the floor of the window he went again.
“Come on—get up on my back!” barked the Dog.
The Clown tried, but he could not. Up in the air he sprang again, like a rubber ball.
“Oh, isn’t this exciting!” cried the Penny China Doll.
“I should say it was!” agreed the Jumping Jack. “It’s the best fun I’ve seen in a long while.”
“It may be—fun for—you,” gasped the Clown. “But it—isn’t any—fun for—me!”
Up and down he bounced, a little less and a little slower each time until at last he bounded only as high as the Woolly Dog’s back.
“Now’s your chance. I’ll run under you and you can sit on me!” barked the fluffy toy.
And that’s just what he did. When the Clown was up in the air the Woolly Dog moved over a bit and stood squarely beneath the Clown. Down came the rubber toy, landing safely on the Dog’s back. He bounced up a little, but not much, for you know rubber will not rebound from anything soft, like a bed. And the Dog’s back was even softer than a hair mattress.