"Humpty," asked Dumpty, "what are we to do?"
[Sidenote: To the Rescue!]
"We must go at once and rescue him," answered the boy.
The twins slipped from their seats, and crept to the back of the tent.
"I think we can squeeze under this," said Humpty, as he began wriggling
under the awning. He then helped Dumpty, who was rather fat, and showed
signs of getting stuck.
"How cool it is outside!" remarked Dumpty, who had found it hot and
stifling under the tent. "I would like to know what is going on,
wouldn't you?" she added, as a peal of merry laughter came from the
tent.
"We will go back presently," said Humpty; "but we must first find Poor
Jane's brother."
There were two or three small tents, and one large one, in which the
horses were stabled. Dumpty longed to stop and talk to a dear little
piebald pony, but Humpty carried her on till they came to the caravans.
Four or five men were lying face downwards on the grass--worn out and
tired. Before the steps of one caravan a group of children were playing,
whilst one woman in a red shawl sat on the steps smoking a clay pipe,
and holding a dirty-looking baby in her arms.
The twins stole round the caravan, taking good care not to be seen.
There was as yet no sign of the clown.
At last they found a smaller caravan which stood apart from the others,
and the door was ajar. "Perhaps he is in there," suggested Humpty.
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