end of the room another white poodle, so
nearly like the first that it was difficult to tell them apart.

"Oh, see! More tricks!" cried Ted.

The second dog began turning somersaults. One after another he turned,
making his way, in this fashion, to where Ted was patting the head of
the poodle that was standing on its hind legs.

"Say! I can have a regular circus with these trick dogs!" cried Ted in
delight.

"And my Persian cat can be in it," added Janet.

Just then a cry, as if of fear, came from Trouble. Turning around the
Curlytops and others saw a strange sight.

A brown monkey was hanging by its tail from an electric chandelier in the
middle of the room, and, thus reaching down, was trying to pull Trouble's
cap from the little fellow's head.

"'Top! 'Top it!" shouted William. "Make han'-ordan monkey let my cap
alone!" he wailed. And then, with a flutter and a screech, a green and
red parrot flew from its perch and landed on Mrs. Martin's shoulder. The
pets of the Curlytops were having a lively time!

CHAPTER V

TIP AND TOP

With the barking of the trick dogs, in which Skyrocket joined, and with
the mewing of the Persian cat, the shrieking of the parrot, and the
chattering of the monkey, for a time there was so much noise in Uncle
Toby's "menagerie," as it was called, that the voices of Mr. and Mrs.
Martin could scarcely be heard. But you could hear the voice of Trouble
above everything.

"Take him off! Make him 'top!" cried the little fellow. For by this time
the monkey, having hung down by his tail from the chandelier, and having
taken off Trouble's cap, was now trying to pull the little boy's hair.

"Bad monkey! Make him go 'way!" cried Trouble.

[Illustration: THE SECOND DOG BEGAN TURNING SOMERSAULTS. "The Curlytops
and Their Pets." Page 50]

"And I don't like this parrot!" said Mrs. Martin, though, to be sure,
the bird was gentle enough. It only sat on her shoulder and shrieked:

"Crack! Crack! Cracker! I'm a cracker-acker!"

"Say, this is great!" cried Ted, as he watched the two dogs, one of which
was marching around on his hind legs while the other was turning
somersaults.

"Oh, it's terrible!" said Mrs. Martin. "Dick," she called to her husband,
"can't you make that monkey stop hurting William?"

"He isn't exactly hurting him, my dear," replied Mr. Martin. "Though I
fancy Trouble is a bit frightened. I was going to take that parrot off
your shoulder."

"Well, look after Will