not feel so dizzy. Around and around he went in the giant's swing.

And then, all of a sudden, something broke. It was the string holding
the Calico Clown to the broomstick. And when the string broke off flew
the Clown!

He flew off just when the trapeze was at the highest point, and away
through the air sailed the red and yellow toy, as if he had been shot
from a cannon.

"Oh, look at that!" cried Archibald, "Now you've gone and done it,
Pete!"

"He busted loose!" shouted Sam.

"If he falls and breaks, you've got to get me another," cried
Archibald.

"I'm going to fall, all right," thought the poor Clown to himself,
"and I shouldn't be a bit surprised if I broke into bits!"

One can not go sailing through the air forever, even if one is a
Calico Clown. And, after being flung off the trapeze and shooting
along high above the green grass, the Calico Clown felt himself
falling down.

Once more he shut his eyes, as he could do this without the boys
seeing him. His arms and legs jiggled and joggled about, and his
cymbals clanged with a tinkling sound.