You don't see a pocket on me, do
you, Jerry Elbow?"
Jerry went close and walked all about the clown. There was not a sign of
a pocket and he began to feel dreadfully disappointed.
"There ain't no pocket," he said sorrowfully.
"Then there must be some pocket. If there ain't no pocket, there must be
a pocket somewhere. If you had said there is no pocket it would be so.
Look again."
Jerry looked carefully, more and more sorrowfully.
"There _is_ no pocket," he said at last in a voice that was trembly, all
ready to cry.
"That's funny," said the clown. "I know there was one this morning
because I used some of the money that was in it." He sank into thought
for a moment and then looked suddenly at Jerry.
"I know why we can't find a pocket!" cried he. "While I was thinking
very hard of a way to get you into the circus and almost had the
thought, you said, 'Have you got it? Did the thought come?' Now, didn't
you?"
The appalling truth burst upon Jerry. He had spoiled Whiteface's thought
by interrupting and their thoughts had got mixed.
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