Sidney, as I have told you, was a boy who could mend things. Once he
had fixed Herbert's toy boat that was broken, and, another time, he
had glued a head back on Madeline's Celluloid Doll.

"And I think I can glue my Clown's broken leg," thought Sidney, as he
went toward the kitchen. There, he remembered, the cook always kept a
tube of sticky glue.

"What are you going to mend now?" asked the cook.

"A broken leg," Sidney answered.

"Oh, you can't mend a broken leg with glue!" cried the cook. "You had
much better call in the doctor. Whose leg is it?"

"I'm going to be the toy doctor," the little boy went on. "It's the
wooden leg of a Calico Clown I'm going to mend."

"Oh, that's different," said the cook. "Well, here's the glue."

She handed Sidney the tube. He took it and his Clown over to a table.
Pushing up the red trouser Sidney saw where the Clown's leg was
broken. The wood was cracked and splintered, but the two pieces were
there.

"I'll just glue them together," said the boy. And this he did. Then,
as he knew that glue must set, or get hard, he put his Calico Clown
away on a shelf in a closet, where the toy chap saw something that
made him wonder.