"But why are you lying flat on your back?" asked the Candy Rabbit.
"You used to be such a lively, jolly fellow. Come, get up and give us
one of your old-time jigs or dances."

"I'm very sorry, but I can't," answered the Clown. Then he told about
his glued, broken leg, and how he would have to lie very stiff and
straight and keep quiet.

"But maybe, toward morning, I'll be well again, and then I can dance
for you," he promised.

"I hope so," mewed the Cat. "I have never seen a Calico Clown do a
dance."

"You should see him--he is quite wonderful," whispered the Candy
Rabbit behind his paw.

"Well, if I can't dance for you, I can ask a riddle," said the Clown,
after a bit. "What makes more noise than a pig under--"

"Oh, PLEASE don't start that over again," begged the Candy Rabbit.
"You used to ask it in the store, and none of us could think of the
answer. Don't tell riddles! Let's just talk!"

So the toys talked together and told one another their different
adventures. The night passed. Madeline, Herbert and Sidney slept, and
Sidney dreamed of the fun he would have with his Calico Clown when the
broken leg was firmly glued together again.

And as the night passed the glue dried and set, and the Clown, feeling