There, too, they had many good times and some strange adventures happened to them. They had been home some little time when this story opens.
Teddy, as I have told you, was about a year older than Janet, and Trouble, or William, was aged about four. I have already given you the reason why Ted and Janet were called “Curlytops,” so now, I think, you are well enough acquainted with the children, and I may go on with the story.
“Well, I think this is the last of the procession,” said Mr. Martin when, finally, the calliope, or “steam piano,” as the children called it, tooted its way along the street.
“Isn’t there any more?” asked Janet, with a sigh.
“No more,” her father answered.
“Circus parades can’t last forever,” said Mrs. Martin, with a smile.
“I wish they could,” remarked Teddy. “But, anyhow, we’re going to see the big show this afternoon, aren’t we, Daddy?” he cried.
“Well, perhaps, maybe, I guess so,” teased the father of the Curlytops.
“Oh, aren’t we going? Haven’t you got the tickets for the seats? You said you’d get reserved seats!” cried Ted and Janet in chorus.
“Maybe I have lost the tickets,” went on Mr. Martin, pretending to search through several pockets, as the crowds in the street slowly filtered away.