"The first trick," said the little boy ringmaster, "will be turning a front somersault!"
He pulled the string, up the stick went the Monkey, and then and there, before the crowd of boys and girls in the tent, the lively fellow turned a somersault head over tail.
"Hurray! Hurray!" cried Dick and the others, clapping their hands.
"The next trick," went on Herbert, "will be when my Monkey turns a back somersault."
Once more the string was pulled. Up the stick shinned the Monkey, and, when he reached the top, he turned a back somersault. Of course this was harder than a front one, and the boys and girls clapped all the more.
"And now, Ladies and Gentlemen!" cried Herbert, just like a real ringmaster in a real circus, "the next trick will be when my Monkey does a flip-flap-flop!"
And, indeed, that was a very hard trick to do. But the Monkey did it when Herbert pulled the string, and all the boys and girls said it was fine, and that the show was one grand affair.
The Monkey did several other tricks, and then Herbert's mother, outside the tent, called, just like a circus vendor:
"Here's your pink lemonade! Here's your pink lemonade!"
And, as true as I'm telling you, she had made a big pitcher of sweet lemonade for the children, and had colored it pink with strawberry juice.