"Why, he's an ink well!" thought the Clown. "That's what he is! An ink
well! And his head comes off the same as the Porcelain Cat's head
lifts off for matches to be put inside her. How very odd! I'd like to
talk to that chap."

When the Man went out to lunch, into the office hurried the office boy
with a grin on his face.

"What do you want?" asked the typewriter girl. "I want to make that
Clown jiggle," was the answer. "I'm going to have some fun with him."

"No, you mustn't!" exclaimed the girl. "The Boss won't like it if you
touch him. If you break him--"

"Aw, I won't break him!" cried the boy. "Let me have him!"

He made a grab for the Calico Clown, and the girl tried to stop the
boy. As a result the Clown was knocked off the desk to the floor.

"Oh, dear! I hope my glued leg is not broken!" thought the Clown.




CHAPTER VII

IN THE WASH-BASKET


"There, now look what you did!" cried the girl.