moment later, on rushed
two dogs, exactly the same kind of poodles as were Tip and Top, and
exactly the same size.

But alas! Tip and Top were white, while these poodles were jet black!

CHAPTER XIX

A HAPPY REUNION

The hearts of the Curlytops had beaten high with hope when they heard
Professor Montelli speak of some poodles. But when they saw that the two
dogs were black, instead of white, their hearts sank.

"They look just like Tip and Top, but of course they can't be," whispered
Janet, as the showman began clearing the stage platform in readiness for
the poodles to do some tricks.

"No," answered Ted, in disappointed tones, "Tip and Top were white--not
black, except for little spots. These dogs are black all over. We might
as well go home. Maybe Policeman Cassidy knows of another dog show."

"Oh, let's stay and see just one poodle trick," begged Janet.

"All right," agreed Teddy.

So the Curlytops remained in their seats, with the others of the
audience. The two black poodles barked, wagged their tails, and looked at
Professor Montelli.

"Come on now, King! Turn a somersault!" suddenly cried the
dark-moustached man. Instantly one of the black poodles--the one called
"King," began turning somersault after somersault. Right out to the end of
the platform he turned them, and then he stood there, wagging his tail
and waiting for the applause, which he seemed to expect.

And the people did clap. They liked the poodle's trick. Janet leaned over
and whispered to Teddy:

"That's just the same trick Tip did!"

"Yes," agreed the Curlytop boy. "But it can't be Tip."

"No, I s'pose not," sighed Janet.

"Come back here, King," suddenly called the trainer. "Now, Emperor," he
went on, pointing his whip at the other poodle. "It is your turn. Walk
on your hind legs!"

The other dog did not seem to understand. It slunk away and growled a
little.

"Here! None of that!" cried the trainer. "You must do as I say! Walk on
your hind legs!"

Still the dog would not mind.

"Emperor is not so good a dog as King," said the man, apologizing to the
audience. "I have not had him so long, and he does not do his tricks very
well. But I will make him!"

Suddenly he flicked the dog he called "Emperor" with the whip!

The dog let out a howl of pain.

"Here! Stop that!" cried Teddy, almost before he knew what he was saying.

"Yes, don't hurt the dogs," added a lady, looking kindly at the
Curlytops. "The little bo