They had not seen the Calico Clown fall from the tree into the pocket
of the Man as he passed underneath. And even the Man himself had not
seen this.

"It's very queer," said the father of Mirabell and Arnold. "The only
way it could have happened that I can think of is that some children I
passed on the street may have tossed the Clown into my pocket. I have
very large ones in this coat, and sometimes they stand wide open."

The Calico Clown stayed in the office all that day. It was the first
time he had ever been to business, and he rather liked it as a change.
Very few toys ever have the chance he had. He sat up on the Man's desk
and watched the girl click at the typewriter, and he watched the
office boy come in and out. The office boy looked at the Clown, too.

"I'm going to have some fun with him when the Boss goes out to lunch,"
said the office boy to himself.

Now the Clown felt rather strange in the office. His part in life was
to make joy and laughter, and he could not do it sitting up straight
and stiff on a desk. He looked around, and he saw, not far from him, a
jolly little man, like a dwarf.

"I wish I could speak to him," thought the Clown. "He looks as if he
belonged to the toy family."

And you can imagine how surprised the Clown was when, all of a sudden,
the Man lifted the head right off the queer-looking little dwarf and
dipped his pen down inside him!