The Man, into whose pocket the Calico Clown had fallen from the tree,
hurried along the street, not knowing a thing of what had happened. He
was anxious to get to his office to look after his business, for he
was a very busy Man. He kept other folks busy, too--clerks and office
boy and a girl to write letters on the typewriter.

Now, as it happened, the Man was a little late that morning, and when
he reached his office he was in such haste that he did not take time
to do anything before he sat down in his big chair to look over his
mail.

"Please write some letters for me on the typewriter," he said to Miss
Jones, who worked the machine.

Miss Jones sat down and became very busy. The Man told her what to
write and she banged away on the machine. Every once in a while she
would look at the Man when he paused to think of something else to
say. And once, as she did this, a queer look came over the face of
Miss Jones. Then she smiled and next she burst right out into a loud
laugh.

And the funny part of it was that just then the Man was telling her to
put in a letter something like this:

"I am very, very sorry to tell you that I can not do as you want me
to."

And, just as he said the word "sorry," Miss Jones laughed her very
hardest.