ound.
Look for a dog show, and maybe you'll find your pets."

The Curlytops thanked him again, and walked off down the street together,
filled with a new idea. Eagerly they scanned the walls and fences,
seeking for some poster that would tell of a show. And it was not long
before they saw just what they were looking for.

"See!" cried Janet, pointing to a red and black poster on a fence. "That
tells of a show, Ted."

"Yes," agreed her brother, "so it does. But it's over in Canfield."

The advertisement told of "Professor Montelli's" wonderful collection of
trained and trick dogs. A show would be given every afternoon and
evening, the bill said, and, as Teddy had remarked, it was over in the
neighboring town of Canfield.

"Maybe Tip would be there," suggested Janet, as she and her brother
looked at the poster.

"And Top," added Ted.

"Let's go!" suddenly cried Janet. "I've got most of my allowance that
daddy gave me. We can go on the trolley. It isn't far!"

Teddy thought it over for a moment. Then he made up his mind.

"All right!" he said. "Let's go to the dog show!"

CHAPTER XVIII

THE BLACK POODLES

Once they were in the trolley, going to Canfield, the two Curlytops felt
quite happy. They were happy for one reason, because they were having a
ride. Teddy and Janet always liked to be doing things and going
somewhere, and this was one of those times.

And they were happy for another reason, because they felt sure they would
find Top, and perhaps Tip. Who knew?

Policeman Cassidy had said the most likely place to find the missing
poodles would be in a dog show. And they were going to a dog show.

"Do you s'pose mother will mind?" asked Janet of Ted, after they had
ridden for a little way in the trolley.

"Oh, I don't guess so," he answered. "We'll soon be back, for it isn't
very far to Canfield, and she said we could go out and hunt for Top."

"But maybe she didn't mean we were to go so far, and on a trolley."

"She didn't tell us _not_ to!" declared Teddy.

"All right," went on Janet. "We're going, anyhow."

"Whereabout in Canfield do you--you Curlytops want to get out?" asked the
trolley-car conductor.

"Oh, do you know us?" asked Janet, for the conductor had called the
little boy and girl by the name so often given them.

"Well, I don't exactly know you," he answered. "But I would call you
Curlytops if you were my children. For the tops of your heads are curly,"
he added with a laug