Mr. Brooks went up to the tired old man. "I am afraid you are very tired, my good man," he said kindly.
"Very tired, very tired indeed, Mr. Brooks," sighed Poor Jane's brother.
"Mr. Brooks!" cried the owner of that name, "how, sir, do you know that my name is Brooks?" And then a wonderful thing happened. The old man sprang to his feet, his rags dropped from him, he tore off the black comforter, and behold! he was a clown with a large red nose, who cried, "Here we are again!"
How the children laughed and clapped, and how pleased the twins were to have discovered Poor Jane's brother!
Oh, the things that clown did! The familiar way in which he spoke to Mr. Brooks! The practical jokes that he played on him! Then in trotted old Diamond to join in the fun, and here was a chance for the clown to take a lesson in riding. He mounted by climbing up the tail, and then he rode sitting with his back to the horse's head. He tried standing upright whilst Diamond was galloping, but could not keep his balance, and fell forward with his arms clasped tightly round the animal's neck. In the end Diamond, growing tired of his antics, pitched him over his head, but the clown did not seem to mind, for before he had reached the ground he turned an immense somersault—then another—and the third carried him right through the entrance back into the meadow where the caravans were standing.
"Humpty," asked Dumpty, "what are we to do?"
To the Rescue!
"We must go at once and rescue him," answered the boy.
The twins slipped from their seats, and crept to the back of the tent.
"I think we can squeeze under this," said Humpty, as he began wriggling under the awning. He then helped Dumpty, who was rather fat, and showed signs of getting stuck.