At first he was very uncomfortable, stuck down in among the soiled
clothes. He feared he would smother; but really he did not need much
air, and he soon found he was getting all he needed. The clothes were
so soft that they did not crush him, and--he was not near any of
Mirabell's or Arnold's play clothes--he soon found that they were not
badly soiled. So, after getting over his first distaste, he began
rather to like the ride in the little express wagon.

"It isn't as smooth as an automobile," thought the Calico Clown, "but
it is jolly for a change. The only thing that's worrying me is what is
going to happen next; and to know whether or not I shall ever see
Sidney again."

And at this time, which was early in the evening, Sidney was still
looking everywhere for his Calico Clown. The little boy told his
mother and sister how he and Herbert had left the Clown and the Monkey
on a Stick on the porch while they went to get bread and jam.

"And when we came back my Monkey was there," said Herbert, "but Sid's
Clown was gone."

"It is very strange where your toy has got to," said Mother. She
helped Sidney and Herbert look, but the Clown seemed gone forever, and
Sidney felt sorry.

"Now we can never have that circus," he said to his brother.

"Oh, maybe he'll be found some day," was the answer. But Sidney sadly
shook his head.