I see."
"No! She gave my ticket to Danny," pursued Jerry, and his grief was
coming back so rapidly that he felt his lips begin twisting again.
"And Danny went to the circus in your place?" questioned the clown. "And
the crocodile tears of Celia Jane made you shed so many real ones!"
"Celia Jane always does what Danny wants her to," continued Jerry.
"It was very naughty of her!" said the clown. "And Danny should be
spoken to."
"Will you speak to him?" asked Jerry. "Then mebbe he'll give me my
ticket back."
"I don't know Danny," replied the clown, "but I'll probably think up a
way to get you into the circus even if you don't have a ticket."
"Oh, can you?" cried Jerry excitedly. He got to his feet and in his
eagerness put an arm over Whiteface's shoulder.
"I'm sure I can if I think very hard," returned the clown.
"You will think _very_ hard, won't you? Please."
"Oh, awfully hard," replied Whiteface. "But don't you worry. The secret
of laughter made your grief slink away for good. But I must know your
name.
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