However, the clown soon dried his eyes on the tablecloth, and recovered his cheerfulness; and presently he noticed the _Times_ lying folded by Tommy's papa's plate. 'Oh, I say, mister,' he said, 'shall I air the newspaper for yer?' 'Thank you, if you will,' was the polite reply. He shook it all out in one great sheet and wrapped it round him, and waddled about in it until Tommy nearly rolled off his seat with delight. 'When you've _quite_ done with it----' his father was saying mildly, as the clown made a great hole in the middle and thrust his head out of it with a bland smile. 'I'm only just looking through it,' he explained; 'you can have it now,' and he rolled it up in a tight ball and threw it at his host's head. Breakfast was certainly not such a dull meal as usual that morning, Tommy thought; but he wished his people would show a little more appreciation, instead of sitting there all stiff and surprised; he was afraid the clown would feel discouraged. When his papa undid the ball, the paper was found to be torn into long strips, which delighted Tommy; but his father, on the other hand, seemed annoyed, possibly because it was not so easy to read in that form. Meanwhile, the clown busied himself in emptying the butter-dish into his pockets, and this did shock the boy a little, for he knew it was not polite to pocket things at meals, and wondered how he could be so nasty. Breakfast was over at last, and the clown took Tommy's arm and walked upstairs to the first floor with him. 'Who's in there?' he asked, as they passed the spare bedroom. 'Granny,' said the boy; 'she's staying with us; only she always has breakfast in her room, you know.' 'Why, you don't mean to say you've got a granny!' cried the clown, with joy; 'you are a nice little boy; now we'll have some fun with her.' Tommy felt doubtful whether she could be induced to join them so early in the morning, and said so. 'You knock, and say you've got a present for her if she'll come out,' suggested the clown. 'But I haven't,' objected Tommy; 'wouldn't that be a story?' He had unaccountably forgotten his old fondness for 'sells.' 'Of course it would,' said the clown; 'I'm always a tellin' of 'em, I am.' Tommy was shocked once more, as he realised that his friend was not a _truthful_ clown. But he knocked at the door, nevertheless, and asked his grandmother to come out and see a friend of his. 'Wait one minute, my boy,' she answered, 'and I'll come out.' Tommy was surprised to see his companion preparing to lie, face downwards, on the mat just outside the door. 'Get up,' he said; 'you'll trip grandma up if you stay there.' 'That's what I'm doing it for, stoopid,' said the clown. 'But it will hurt her,' he cried. 'Nothing hurts old women,' said the clown; 'I've tripped up 'undreds of 'em, and I ought to know.'