“And camels, too!” added Janet. “I see some with two humps!”
“Look at the man in the lions’ cage!” shouted Teddy.
“I should think he’d be afraid,” murmured Janet.
“Pooh, he’s got ’em trained so they eat out of his hand,” said her brother. “And he’s got about two pistols in his pockets so he could shoot ’em if they bit him.”
“S’posin’ they bit him first—then he couldn’t shoot,” declared Janet.
“Yes he could,” Teddy declared. “Oh, look!” he added. “He’s making a lion do tricks!”
Just as the lions’ cage came opposite the stoop where the Curlytops were perched, the man in the iron-barred wagon held up a hoop and one of the kingly beasts leaped through it.
Much excited, Teddy and Janet paid little attention to William, whom, up to this time, Janet had had her arm around so he would not topple off the stool. But as the lions’ cage passed, and other, less showy, beasts succeeded, the little girl’s attention went back to her brother. But William wasn’t on his stool.
“Where’s Trouble?” cried Janet.
“Don’t tell me he has gone!” gasped her mother.