The Story of Calico Clown by Laura Lee Hope
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noise or do something all the while. Most of his toys at home were
broken, and that is why his mother had to promise to get him another before he would let her take him to the dentist's to have an aching tooth pulled. "I want this Clown!" cried Archibald, making the cymbals bang together again and again. "Very well, you may have it," his mother replied. "I'll wrap it up for you," said the clerk, and the poor Clown was quickly smothered in a wrapping of paper around which a string was tied. "Here is your toy, Archibald," said his mother, when the plaything came back ready to be taken out of the store. The mother had taken it from the clerk, and now she handed it to her little boy. And so he carried the Calico Clown away, without giving the poor, jolly fellow a chance to say good-bye to the Elephant, the Camel or the Celluloid Doll. "Now our good time for to-night is spoiled," sadly thought the Elephant. "Our jolly comrade is gone!" All the way home in the automobile Archibald kept punching the red and yellow Clown in the chest and banging the cymbals together until the boy's mother said: "Oh, Archibald, please be quiet! My head aches!" |
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