And that is how it was that the Clown, a little later, found himself
beginning to feel freezing cold. He had not minded being laid for a
time in with the golden, yellow fruit. It smelled so nice that he shut
his eyes and breathed deep of the perfume. He even took a little
sleep. And then, the next thing he knew, he felt a breath of cold air
after a door was slammed shut.

"Dear me! what can have happened now?" said the Calico Clown, suddenly
awakening. "Am I back again at the North Pole workshop of Santa Claus?
It feels like it, but it doesn't look like it. For his shop was nice
and light, though it was sometimes cold. Here it is dark."

"Well, I simply am freezing!" went on the Clown. "I've got to keep
warm, somehow!"

So what did he do but stand up and begin to dance around among the
oranges. Up and down, first to this side and then to the other danced
the jolly fellow, jerking his arms and swinging his legs. He clapped
his hands together to warm them, and his cymbals clanged in the cold,
frosty air of the ice box.

After a while the Clown began to feel warmer. But as soon as he
stopped jumping around he felt cold again.

"I've got to keep moving, that's all there is to it!" he said to
himself, and he had to dance again.

Really he must have looked funny, doing a jig on a basket of oranges,
but it was not so funny for the poor Clown himself. He was beginning