"The circus is about to begin," said the clown. "The band is playing for
the parade. I must think quickly so you won't miss any of it."

There was no need of warning Jerry not to say anything this time. He
would have said nothing if he had seen the clown turn into an elephant.
It was an awful hard thought to think, for the clown stretched out on
the ground right close to the tent and looked under the canvas. Then he
rolled over, sat up and wagged his head solemnly at Jerry.

"I've got it!" he cried and bounded to his feet and jumped clear over
Jerry's head.

"I didn't say nothing this time!" boasted Jerry. "I didn't say nothing
this time!"

"No," said the clown, "you didn't and our thoughts didn't all get mixed
up."

"Will I get in before it starts?" asked Jerry.

"Yes, or my name's not Jack Robinson," said the clown.

"Is that your name?" asked Jerry.

"Only to-day," replied the clown. "To-morrow it may be Tom, Dick or
Harry."

"Robinson?" questioned Jerry.