"I didn't do it! You did!" said the boy. "If you hadn't jiggled it out
of my hand when I was taking it down it wouldn't have fallen."

I don't know how long they might have gone on disputing in this
fashion if the office boy from next door had not poked his head in and
called:

"What's the matter?"

Then he saw the Calico Clown lying on the floor and he added:

"Has Santa Claus been here?" and he laughed.

"It came out of the pocket of the Boss," explained the first office
boy. "He put it on his desk. I was going to look at it and pull the
strings, 'cause the Boss is out to lunch, but she jiggled my hand and
made me drop it. Now it's busted."

"Maybe it isn't," said the second office boy. "I'll see."

He picked the Calico Clown up off the floor, punched him in the chest,
and the gay red and yellow chap banged his cymbals together.

"He's all right so far," said the second office boy. "Now we'll pull
the strings."

"And there's where trouble may come in," thought the Calico Clown
himself, for he heard and saw and felt all that went on. "I'm almost
sure my glued leg is broken," said the Clown to himself.