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.