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.

"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. "I am
going to see." And he ran up the steps and peeped inside.

"Oh, do come, Dumpty!" he cried; "it is awfully interesting."

Dumpty tumbled up the steps.

"Oh, Humpty!" she said, "how lovely!"

It really was a very nice caravan, and spotlessly clean. There were dear
little red curtains in front of the window and a red mat on the floor.
All over the wall hung baskets made in pretty green and blue straw of
all shapes and sizes. On the chair lay a bundle of peacock's feathers.

"These are like what the gipsies sell," remarked Dumpty. A gipsy's
basket was lying on the floor, in which were tin utensils f