“You’ll see Whiteface often enough,” he promised Jerry, “to satisfy even you.”

“Nora won’t,” said Jerry, “nor Kathleen nor Celia Jane.”

“The boy’s right!” exclaimed Mr. Burrows.  “Dress up as the clown to see the woman who’s cared for Gary and I’ll have Sultana got ready for you to ride on.  The boy’s a better press agent than the one I pay to advertise the circus.  I announced that Sultana had found your stolen child and told the newspaper men all about it.  You and your wife ride on Sultana through the town, and you’ll be followed by all the children at the circus and those who are not here, and the circus will get such an advertising as it never had before.  And it will make Gary happy, too.”

“Will it, Gary?” asked his father.

“Yes!” cried Jerry, thrilled at the thought of riding through the town on an elephant, with his father and mother.  “It’ll be better ’n a circus.”

“Robert Bowe, disappear!” commanded Robert Bowe.

That surprising father of Jerry’s wagged his head solemnly with such a comical look that Jerry shrieked with delight as Mr. Bowe turned a handspring that carried him through the curtains into another part of the tent.

Mr. Burrows went out laughing, to have Sultana brought around, and Jerry waited impatiently for Whiteface to reappear.  His most blissful dreams had been exceeded this wonderful day, and now the most wonderful part was still to come.

He was too excited to pay very close attention to what his mother said, and Danny and Chris seemed to have been struck dumb by this dazzling height of glory that was about to befall “Orfum” Jerry Elbow, who had suddenly been transformed into Gary L. Bowe, son of a clown and of an elephant-lady.

Suddenly there sounded the delightful clicking that Whiteface made with his mouth and Jerry’s eyes almost popped out of his head in his eagerness for Whiteface to reappear.  He watched the curtain where his everyday father had disappeared, without daring to wink his eyes for fear Whiteface would get in without his seeing him.

As he watched, he felt himself being lifted in a pair of strong arms and twisted his head around to see who it might be.

It was Whiteface!  He had got back without Jerry’s seeing him!  Yet Jerry was sure he hadn’t winked his eyes, not even once.

“Away we go to the Mullarkey house!  Away we go to the Mullarkey house!” chanted Whiteface, whirling around and around, as he carried Jerry on his shoulder out of the tent to where Sultana and an elephant keeper were awaiting them.  Jerry’s mother followed close, smiling at his delight.  From the corner of his eye, Jerry saw Danny and Chris walking slowly behind her.

The keeper put up a little ladder against the elephant’s side and Whiteface ran lightly up it and deposited Jerry on a cushioned seat that ran around the little house on Sultana’s back that he called a howdah.  Then he helped Mrs. Bowe up and sat down by her.  The keeper had taken the ladder away when Jerry again saw Danny and Chris looking up at him in envy.  There was plenty of room in the little house for them.  He turned to his father.