think, but don't say anything, as I might get to thinking your thoughts,
and if our thoughts get crossed there's no telling what would happen."

"I won't," Jerry promised.

The clown put his chin in his hand, palm out so that his thumb and
forefinger half encircled his face, and began slowly rolling his head
from side to side. Then with the forefinger of his other hand he tapped
the top of his head slowly several times.

"Think!" he commanded his own head. "Here's a very small boy that you
can make very happy. Think of a way to do it. Think!"

Jerry sat down again and watched him eagerly, holding on to himself to
keep from speaking and getting their thoughts mixed up.

Every emotion pictured on the clown's mobile face was reflected on
Jerry's. When the clown brightened as though he felt the thought coming
that would provide a means for getting Jerry into the circus, Jerry's
face likewise brightened. But when Whiteface slumped down into the most
discouraged attitude in the world, Jerry knew that that idea wouldn't do
and the corners of his own mouth drooped and, unconsciously, he rested
his chin in the palm of his hand just as the clown did and despair made
him huddle down in a heap.

All of a sudden the clown made a clicking noise with his tongue and his
figure began to straighten up and his face to lighten until it was all
smiles. Jerry bounded to his feet. He forgot all about Whiteface's
caution not to speak and cried: