"Oh, dear! Another accident! This is going to be a bad one--worse than
the giant's swing!" he cried.

Down, down, down, he fell. What was going to happen?

Now, just about this time, it chanced that a man was passing under the
tree. This man had on a large, loose coat with large pockets on the
sides, and he was so used to carrying things in his pockets that each
nearly always stood wide open, like a hungry mouth, waiting for some
one to fill it.

And, as luck would have it, the man came under the tree just as the
Calico Clown slipped and fell. And so, instead of falling to the
ground, the Clown fell into one of the wide open side pockets of the
man's coat. And the man never knew about it--at least for a time.

"Oh, my goodness me, what a narrow escape!" exclaimed the Clown as he
landed safely in the soft pocket. "This is better than falling on the
hard ground. But I wonder what will happen to me now."

And well might he ask that, for the man, not knowing the Clown was in
his pocket, hurried on down town to his office.




CHAPTER VI

IN THE OFFICE