"It is
Poor Jane's brother," said Humpty very loudly.
Mr. Brooks went up to the tired old man. "I am afraid you are very
tired, my good man," he said kindly.
"Very tired, very tired indeed, Mr. Brooks," sighed Poor Jane's brother.
"Mr. Brooks!" cried the owner of that name, "how, sir, do you know that
my name is Brooks?" And then a wonderful thing happened. The old man
sprang to his feet, his rags dropped from him, he tore off the black
comforter, and behold! he was a clown with a large red nose, who cried,
"Here we are again!"
How the children laughed and clapped, and how pleased the twins were to
have discovered Poor Jane's brother!
Oh, the things that clown did! The familiar way in which he spoke to Mr.
Brooks! The practical jokes that he played on him! Then in trotted old
Diamond to join in the fun, and here was a chance for the clown to take
a lesson in riding. He mounted by climbing up the tail, and then he rode
sitting with his back to the horse's head. He tried standing upright
whilst Diamond was galloping, but could not keep his balance, and fell
forward with his arms clasped tightly round the animal's neck. In the
end Diamond, growing tired of his antics, pitched him over his head, but
the clown did not seem to mind, for before he had reached the ground he
turned an immense somersault--then another--and the third carried him
right through the entrance back into the meadow where the caravans were
standing.
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