"Back into my pocket you go!" said the Man, and he took the Clown down
off the top of the desk. "There are a lot of handkerchiefs in that
pocket," the man went on. "They'll make a good, soft bed for you to
lie on."

And, surely enough, there was a soft bed of handkerchiefs for the
Calico Clown. They were handkerchiefs the man had been carrying in his
pocket for some time, and he had forgotten to put them in the wash, as
his wife, over and over again, had told him to do.

A little later, with the Calico Clown nestled down in among a pile of
handkerchiefs in his pocket, the Man started for home from his office.

"Well, I am certainly doing some traveling this day," thought the
Clown, as he reposed in the Man's pocket. "First I am carried up a
tree, and then I fall down. Next I am taken to an office, just as if I
were in business like the Ink-Well Dwarf, and now I am being taken to
the home of Mirabell and Arnold. I wonder what will happen next."

He did not have to wait long to find out.

Down the street walked the Man, and soon he was within sight of his
home, where Mirabell and Arnold lived. The two children were out in
front, waiting for their father. As soon as they saw him coming they
stopped swinging on the gate and cried:

"Here comes Daddy!"

He waved his hand to them.