“How did it happen?” asked Daddy, as the children brought out their playthings, the Soldier still entangled in the Lamb’s wool, and both of them white with flour.

“It happened when we were in the kitchen watching the cook make a cake,” explained Mirabell.  “I was playing with my Lamb on the floor and I lifted her up to let her see how nice the cake looked.”

“But what about your Soldier, Arnold?” asked Daddy.

“Oh, I had set my Soldier Captain on the back of Mirabell’s Lamb to give him a ride,” explained the little boy.

“I said he could,” remarked Mirabell.

“And when she lifted her Lamb up she lifted my Soldier up, too,” added Arnold.

“And then!” burst out Mirabell, laughing, “my foot slipped and I let go of my Lamb on Wheels, and she fell into the flour barrel, and so did Arnold’s Bold Tin Soldier.”

“And they were a sight, all white and covered with flour!” exclaimed the little boy.

But now we must see what happened to the Calico Clown.

At first he was very uncomfortable, stuck down in among the soiled clothes.  He feared he would smother; but really he did not need much air, and he soon found he was getting all he needed.  The clothes were so soft that they did not crush him, and—­he was not near any of Mirabell’s or Arnold’s play clothes—­he soon found that they were not badly soiled.  So, after getting over his first distaste, he began rather to like the ride in the little express wagon.

“It isn’t as smooth as an automobile,” thought the Calico Clown, “but it is jolly for a change.  The only thing that’s worrying me is what is going to happen next; and to know whether or not I shall ever see Sidney again.”

And at this time, which was early in the evening, Sidney was still looking everywhere for his Calico Clown.  The little boy told his mother and sister how he and Herbert had left the Clown and the Monkey on a Stick on the porch while they went to get bread and jam.

“And when we came back my Monkey was there,” said Herbert, “but Sid’s Clown was gone.”

“It is very strange where your toy has got to,” said Mother.  She helped Sidney and Herbert look, but the Clown seemed gone forever, and Sidney felt sorry.

“Now we can never have that circus,” he said to his brother.

“Oh, maybe he’ll be found some day,” was the answer.  But Sidney sadly shook his head.

Trundling the little express wagon with her basket of clothes along the streets, Mandy finally reached her home where she did the washing and ironing.  Her children were waiting for her to come to supper.  Liza Ann, the oldest girl, had set the table, and Jim, the next oldest boy, was out on the steps watching for his mother, just as Arnold and Mirabell watched for their daddy.

“Is de table all set, honey?” asked Mandy of Liza Ann.  “I hopes it is, ’cause I wants to put dese yeah clothes in to soak after I eats.”