"Oh, I'm so glad!" cried Sidney. "I'll be over the first thing in the
morning to get him."

"But what I'm wondering about is how the Clown got in my pocket," said
Daddy, with a puzzled look on his face. "If you children didn't put it
there, who did?" and he looked at Mirabell and Arnold.

And I might say that this was always a mystery, as much so as the
Clown's riddle about what made more noise than a pig under a gate.

Daddy told Mirabell and Arnold their usual good-night story. Then the
children went to bed and Mother put the Calico Clown on the
mantelpiece where he would be safe for the night.

"Whoever sees Sidney first in the morning," said Mother, as she, too,
got ready to go to bed, "may be the one to give him his toy."

Then the lights were put out and the house was still and quiet.
Ordinarily, when this time came, the Calico Clown, like the other
toys, would have been at his liveliest. But now he was so tired, with
all his adventures of the day, that he just gave a long sigh and said:

"I am not going to stir! I am just going to lie down here and sleep
until morning! Enough has happened for one day."

So he stretched out, with a pen wiper for a cushion, and went to
sleep.

Bright and early the next morning Sidney ran over to the house of his