"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 laugh.
"Everybody calls us Curlytops," said Teddy. "And could you please let us out near the dog show?"
"The dog show," repeated the conductor, wonderingly.