"I suppose you and your sister felt bad about losing the Clown," said
Daddy to Jim. "Didn't you?"

"I suahly did!" exclaimed the little colored boy. "So did Liza Ann."

Daddy and Mother talked softly together a moment, and then Mother
hurried away to come back with something that made Jim's eyes sparkle
and open wide.

For she had a little toy engine, which could be wound up with a key
and sent whizzing along. And there was a fine Jumping Jack, which
jiggled almost as nicely as did the Calico Clown.

"Here are two toys that Arnold and Mirabell are through with," said
Mother, with a smile at Jim. "They are not broken, and they will each
go. Perhaps you will like them almost as much as you did the Calico
Clown."

"Oh, golly!" cried Jim. "We'll like 'em better! 'Cause dere's two of
'em--one fo' each of us! Oh, we's eber so much obligedness."

Clasping the two toys in his little brown hands, away Jim raced in the
darkness to tell his sister the good news. The Jumping Jack was for
her and the toy engine for him. And I may as well tell you now that
the two children were made perfectly happy with their toys--just as
happy as they would have been with the Calico Clown.

"Well, thank goodness, I think my adventures are over for the night,"
thought the Clown, as he was taken into Mirabell's house and the dirt