It was two or three days after this, during which time the Curlytops had taught their pets several new little tricks, that their mother called Janet and Teddy to her one afternoon. Mrs. Martin held a letter in her hand, the postman having just left it for her.
"Here is something I want to talk to you children about," said their mother.
"Oh, is that a letter from Uncle Toby, and is he coming back to take his pets away before we've had the show?" asked Janet.
"No, indeed," answered her mother, with a laugh. "We haven't heard from Uncle Toby since he left for South America. I suppose, by this time, he is sitting in the jungle, watching hundreds of parrots and monkeys."
"I wish he'd send some more to us!" said Teddy.
"Oh, gracious sakes! I don't!" laughed Mrs. Martin. "I think we have quite enough as it is."
But of course the Curlytops did not think so.
"What I called you for," went on Mrs. Martin, "was to ask if you really intend to go on with this circus of yours. Do you really intend holding it?"
"Sure we do, Mother!" Teddy answered. "We're going to have a tent, and seats and everything."
"Are you going to charge money for persons to come in?"