"Oh, dear!" sighed the Calico Clown.

There came a soft, dull thud on the grass. That was the Calico Clown
falling down. He felt a sudden, sharp pain go through him, and then he
seemed to faint away.

For a time the Calico Clown knew nothing of what happened. Archibald,
Sam and Pete ran over to where the toy had fallen. Archibald was the
first to pick it up. The cymbals were still fast to the Clown's hands,
and so were the jiggling strings attached to his arms and legs. But
something was wrong.

"Oh, one of his legs is broken!" cried Archibald. "My Calico Clown is
spoiled! Pete, you've broken one of his legs!"

And that was what had happened. In his fall from the trapeze the poor
red and yellow toy had cracked one of his wooden legs. It was the one
on which he wore the red half of his trousers.

"I--I didn't mean to do that," said Pete.

"Well, you did it; and now you have to get me another toy!" exclaimed
Archibald. "If you don't I'll tell my mother on you."

"Oh, Arch!" exclaimed Sam.

"Oh, all right. I'll get you another," said Pete quickly. "You can
come over to my house now, and I'll give you anything I have in place
of your Calico Clown. I didn't think his leg would break so easily."