SLIDER WENT SLIDING DOWN THE SMOOTH SLANTING BOARD. "The Curlytops and Their Pets" Page 102SLIDER WENT SLIDING DOWN THE SMOOTH SLANTING BOARD."The Curlytops and Their Pets"Page 102
For a little while, after he had been placed in the warm sun on top of the box, the alligator remained quiet, slowly blinking his eyes. Then he began to crawl.
"That isn't much of a trick," declared Janet.
"Oh, I haven't started to teach him a trick yet," her brother answered. "I'm trying to think what an alligator can do best."
But Slider, as he was called, because he seemed to slide around in such a slow, easy fashion, took matters into his own claws, so to speak.
He crawled around on his box top and then managed to clamber up on the slanting board, one edge of which rested on the box.
"I wonder if he is going to slide down-hill," said Janet in a low voice, as if she did not want to disturb the little alligator.
And then, just as if he had made up his mind to do that very thing, Slider wiggled along until he was only holding to the edge of the slanting board by his two hind feet, while his long tail was only partly on the box. A moment later, giving himself a hitch like a boy getting his sled over the top of the hill, Slider went sliding down the smooth, slanting board.
Down he slid until he reached the barn floor, and as there was some smooth straw at the point where the board rested, Slider slid across this straw for several feet.
"Oh, did you see that?" cried Janet.
"See it? I should say I did!" cried Teddy. "Slider slid all right! That's going to be his trick! I'll make a longer board slide, and I'll put the lower end in a pan of water, so when Slider slides down he'll make a splash! That will be a fine trick for the circus! Come on, Slider, slide again!"
Teddy was just lifting up his pet alligator, intending to put him on the top of the slanting board, when Trouble was heard calling:
"Oh, come an' 'ook at Snuff! Come an' 'ook at Snuff! He's doin' suffin' funny!"
Teddy and Janet turned their attention from Slider, the pet alligator whose new trick they had just discovered, to Trouble, their little brother.
"What's that you say?" asked Teddy, putting the alligator back again on the box on which stood the tank of water.
"You ought to see Snuff," repeated the little fellow.
"What's he doing?" asked Janet.
"Oh, he's rollin' ober an' ober in yard," explained Trouble, so excited that he did not take time to talk as straight as usual. "He's rollin' funny!"
"Oh, maybe the poor cat has a fit!" exclaimed Janet. "That would be too bad, Ted! He couldn't be in our circus."
"I'll go see," offered Teddy. He had been among animals so long, and was so kind tothem, and he liked them so much, that he was not afraid to try to help even a sick one. And a cat that has a fit is ill, and needs medicine. Sometimes Turnover became ill, and had to be doctored, and more than once Skyrocket, the dog, was in need of some simple home remedy.
So the first thought of Janet and Ted, when Trouble told them that Snuff, the cat they had brought from Uncle Toby's, was "rollin'"—their first thought, I say, was that Snuff had a fit.
"You stay here and watch Slider," said Ted to his sister, "and I'll go out into the yard and see what's the matter with the cat."
"I go, too," added Trouble. "I 'ike to see Snuff roll!"
"No, you had better stay here with me," suggested Janet, and she ran to the barn door to catch hold of her little brother before he could toddle after Teddy.
"I want to go! Lemme go!" cried Trouble, and he struggled to get away from Janet.
"No, you must stay with sister," said the little girl, as pleasantly as she could. "Look, I'll show you a new trick that Slider, ourpet alligator, can do. Trouble like to see Slider do a trick?" she asked. "Come on, Trouble! See Slider do his sliding trick!"
Baby William was not proof against this attraction. He ceased trying to pull away from Janet and let her lead him back to the alligator's tank. There Janet took up the scaly, long-tailed creature, which was idly crawling around, and put him on top of the slanting board, as Teddy had been about to do when Trouble told about Snuff. Janet did not mind picking up Slider.
The Curlytops were not afraid of animals that many girls and boys do not like to handle. Janet and Teddy knew a great deal about snakes, and they knew that only two kinds that lived in their State were harmful. These were the rattlesnake and the copperhead. All other kinds, such as black snakes, milk snakes and garter snakes can never harm a person. Teddy and Janet knew this, and they had been taught by their father that these harmless snakes did a great deal of good by eating rats and mice that, otherwise, would spoil the farmers' grain.
So it was that Janet had learned to pick up even large black snakes, knowing they would not harm her, and once she and herbrother had even tamed a good-sized black snake, so that it would let the children pick it up, and it would lie, coiled, in their lap.
Snakes can not be tamed, or made to do tricks like other animals, and the stories of "snake charmers" are mostly untrue. Some snakes may rise and sway when music is played, and the snakes that circus performers handle are just as harmless as the garden snakes you see. Some of the larger ones, however, are very powerful, and can twist themselves around a person or an animal strongly enough to kill. But the performers know how to handle snakes, using slow and gentle movements, so the reptiles do not mind it.
Thus it was that Janet had no fear of Slider, the pet alligator. She lifted him up, put him on top of the slanting board and, just as he had done before, Slider went sliding down.
"Oh! Oh!" cried Trouble in delight.
"Isn't that a good trick?" asked Janet, laughing with her little brother. "Aren't you glad you stayed with me."
"Yes, I is glad," declared Trouble. "Now Trouble make Slider slide."
"All right," agreed Janet.
Baby William was not much more afraid of animals, snakes included, than were Teddy and Janet. So his sister let him pick up Slider and give the alligator another coast down the board hill.
I am not saying that Slider would have done this trick himself, even after much practice. It was mostly an accident, I believe, his coasting down the board when he got to the slanting edge. The alligator just naturally crawled around and, reaching the edge, he fell over, and coasted down. Janet and Trouble put him close to the edge on purpose, so he would go down, knowing that it did not hurt the alligator in the least. I suppose a mud turtle would have done the same "trick."
Reptiles have a very small brain, and can not be taught to do tricks as can dogs, horses and cats, and the alligator, the turtle and the snake belong to the class known as reptiles. So though the children called what Slider did a "trick," it was more like an accident, though it was not a harmful one.
"Me make Slider slide," exclaimed Trouble, and, surely enough, when he had put Uncle Toby's scaly pet on the board, down the alligator slid.
Trouble and Janet were enjoying themselves in this fashion, and Janet was wondering what Teddy was doing, when that young member of the Curlytop family stuck his head in through the open barn door and called:
"Come on out and see Snuff!"
"Oh, has he a bad fit?" asked Janet.
"He hasn't got a fit at all!" answered Ted. "He's doing one of the best tricks you ever saw, and it will be dandy in our circus! Come and look at him!"
"Oh, I'm glad he hasn't a fit!" cried Janet. "Come on, Trouble!"
But now there was more trouble with Trouble, for he wanted to stay and play with Slider.
"Me see Slider slide more!" demanded the little fellow. And it was as hard for Janet to get him to come out of the barn now, as it had been to make him stay in before.
"Oh, come on and see Snuff do his funny trick!" she begged, and finally Trouble came away from the alligator.
"And it sure is a funny trick!" laughed Ted, who had waited for his little brother and Janet to come out. "Just you see!"
When the two Curlytops and Trouble hurried around the corner of the barn, Teddy pointed to Snuff, the new, big cat that had been brought from Uncle Toby's house.
Snuff was on top of a large leather ball, and it was rolling around the yard, with him on top of it, just as a clown in the circus stands upright on a large, painted ball, and rolls himself around the ring. This ball was a football that Teddy had owned for some time. The outside was leather, and inside was a rubber bladder that could be blown up. It was a round ball, of the kind used in "Association" games, and not for "Rugby," which most of the football elevens play in this country. The "Rugby" ball is shaped like a watermelon, but the other is more like a muskmelon, and it was on this latter kind of a ball that Snuff was rolling around the yard, just like a circus clown.
"Was this what Trouble meant when he said Snuff was rolling?" asked Janet.
"Yes," answered Teddy. "I'm glad Uncle Toby's cat didn't have a fit. Now we can make him do this trick in our animal circus."
"Oh, it's a lovely trick," declared Janet. "I wonder how he learned it?"
"Maybe Uncle Toby or the lady who owned him first taught Snuff to roll on top of a football," Ted answered, while the yellowish brown cat kept on stepping lightly this way and that, making the ball turn over and over. "I guess Trouble left the ball out here in the yard. He was playing with it last. Then Snuff must have come out, and when he saw the ball he remembered that he knew how to do a trick on it. And he got up and did it without anyone telling him."
"Maybe he won't do it any more," suggested Janet.
"We can soon see," Teddy said. "Here, Snuff!" he called to the big, friendly cat. "Come over here," and Teddy whistled as he did for Turnover. Snuff came as he was called, almost as a dog might do, and Turnover, also hearing the whistle by which Teddy summoned him to meals, came running around the corner of the barn.
"No, we haven't anything for you to eat now, pussies," said Ted, with a laugh. "But I'll give you something in a little while if Snuff does the football trick again."
After petting the two cats, and scratching them under their ears, which they seemed tolike very much. Teddy held Snuff in his arms, and told Janet to take up the football.
"We'll put it down in front of Snuff and see if he gets up on it," suggested Teddy. And when this was done the big cat from Uncle Toby's jumped out of Ted's arms, and leaped on top of the football, rolling it over and over just like a clown in a circus.
"Oh, it is a trick—a real trick!" cried Janet. "Wouldn't it be great if we could dress Snuff up in a little suit like a clown?"
"Maybe we can," said Teddy. "But it will be hard, as cats don't like to have fixin's on 'em as much as dogs do. I wonder who taught Snuff that trick? I guess it must have been Uncle Toby."
And, some time afterward, the Curlytops learned that it was their father's queer, animal-loving uncle who had taught Snuff to roll around on a football.
"I'm terrible glad Uncle Toby left us his collection, aren't you?" asked Janet of her brother, when Snuff had grown tired of doing his trick, and both cats were being fed.
"Yes," agreed Teddy, "I am. First I thought it might be a collection of stamps or coins. But I'm glad it was pets."
The Curlytops were going to have a greatdeal of fun with their pets, they were sure of that.
"If we only had Tip back," sighed Janet, as she and Teddy sat watching the cats eat, talking, meanwhile, about the circus they were going to have with all their animals.
"Yes, it's too bad one of Uncle Toby's dogs is gone," agreed Teddy. "Of course we can do some tricks with Top, but it would be better with the two of them."
"I wonder if he jumped out of the auto and ran away, if someone picked him up off the seat, or if that man Shorty knows where he is?"
"That's what I wonder, too," replied Teddy. "And I wonder if we shall ever get Tip back?"
But many strange things were to happen to the Curlytops and their pets before this came about.
Teddy and Janet were so busy talking about the circus they were to get up with their animals that, for a time, they did not watch Trouble. That little chap wandered back to the barn, for he had been much interested in watching the alligator do his trick.
"Me make Slider slide some more," saidTrouble, talking to himself, as he had a habit of doing. Into the barn he toddled. The alligator was swimming around in his small tank of water, but, being a tame and pet reptile, he came out when Trouble stood near the cage.
Unafraid of animals, as were Teddy and Janet, baby William picked Slider up and put him on the slanting board.
Down went the alligator as nicely as you please!
It was about half an hour after this that Teddy and Janet decided they would try to teach their dog Skyrocket some tricks to do with Top.
"Let's bring 'em both out here in the yard together," suggested Ted. "You get Skyrocket, Jan, and I'll hunt Top."
"All right," agreed his sister.
But before they had gone far, looking for the two dogs, they heard a cry of alarm from Mrs. Johnson, one of the neighbors across the street.
"Oh, my baby! My baby!" cried Mrs. Johnson, as she ran down off the porch toward a mosquito-netting covered carriage in the front yard. "A big snake is going tosting my baby! Oh, Trouble! what shall I do?"
"Ha! is Trouble over there?" asked Ted of Janet.
"Yes, and something else, too, I guess," was the answer.
And Mrs. Johnson called again:
"Oh, a big snake is in the carriage with my baby!"
Forgetting in the excitement, all about teaching Skyrocket and Top to do some tricks together, as Tip and Top did before Tip was lost, Teddy and Janet ran across the street toward Mrs. Johnson, who was standing beside the carriage in which was her baby. Near her was Trouble, but the little fellow did not seem to be as excited as was Mrs. Johnson.
"Trouble," cried Janet, as she took hold of her little brother's arm, "did you tease Ruth?" Ruth was the name of Mrs. Johnson's baby, and though Trouble was, usually, a good little chap, he might have done something to make a baby cry, Janet realized.
"I didn't do nuffin'!" declared Trouble.
"Oh, no, Trouble is all right!" said Mrs. Johnson. "It's a big, black snake that has crawled into my baby's carriage. I put Ruthout here to have her sleep, and I looked from the window every once in a while to see that she was all right."
"And she was, for quite a while. But a moment ago, when I looked, I saw Trouble near the carriage, and then I saw a big, ugly snake crawling over Ruth's robe. Oh, where is it? Where's the snake, darling? Did the snake bite you?" and Mrs. Johnson caught Ruth up from the carriage in her arms.
"I never knew a snake would crawl up into a baby carriage," said Teddy. "I don't see any; do you, Jan?"
"No," answered his sister, "I don't!"
"There it is! Look!" cried Mrs. Johnson, pointing with one hand, while she held Ruth close to her in her other arm. The baby had been rather rudely awakened from her sleep, and she was just getting ready to cry. Her lips were puckering up, and in another moment she would let out a yell. Janet and Teddy knew this, for they had, often enough, watched Trouble do the same thing when he was smaller.
"There's the snake!" exclaimed Mrs. Johnson, and, as she spoke and pointed, the Curlytops saw something black crawl outfrom among the folds of the robes in the baby carriage.
Ted had one glimpse of the head of the reptile, and then the boy cried:
"That isn't a snake! It's Slider, our pet alligator! How did he get here?"
"A pet alligator?" cried Mrs. Johnson. "In my Ruth's carriage! How did it get here?"
"I bringed it!" said Trouble, in the silence that followed.
"You what?" cried Janet.
"I bringed Slider ober to play wif Ruff!" said Trouble. "I play wif Slider in barn, and den hims hoots get tired, so I bringed him over to ride in de carriage wif Ruff."
"What does he mean?" asked Mrs. Johnson, crooning to "Ruff," as Trouble called the baby, and making the little one quiet. For William was using some of his "baby talk," which he often did when he was excited.
"He means that the alligator's feet got tired, I suppose," translated Janet. "He says 'hoots' for 'feet.' He must mean that Slider got tired of sliding down the board."
Mrs. Johnson looked from one Curlytopto the other, and then at Trouble. A puzzled look was on her face.
"Really, children dear," she said, "youmay know what you are talking about, butIdon't. What with hoots, Slider and a board I'm all mixed up!"
"I bringed him—I bringed Slider," explained Trouble.
"Yes, we know you did that," said Teddy. "But you shouldn't have, Trouble. It was wrong to take our pet out of the barn, and it was wrong to put Slider in the baby carriage."
"Yes, we didn't know Trouble was going to do anything like this," said Janet, apologizing for her little brother's misdeed. "But Ted and I were talking about what tricks we'd get Skyrocket and Top to do, now that Tip is gone. And we'd just got through watching Snuff do a new trick on top of a football, so we didn't watch Trouble very much."
"How many pets you have!" exclaimed Mrs. Johnson. "I suppose those are pets you have been talking about?" she asked.
"Ours and Uncle Toby's," answered Teddy. "We have more pets than we everhad before, and we're going to give a circus. Will you come, Mrs. Johnson?"
"An' bring Ruff!" invited Trouble.
There was a laugh at this.
"If you love Ruth you mustn't put Slider in her carriage any more," cautioned Janet, as she lifted the pet alligator out from among the blankets. "Little babies don't like alligators."
"All wite. I like 'em," said Trouble, and then he ran back across the street.
"We'll be going now," said Teddy to Mrs. Johnson. "We're sorry William made trouble."
"Oh, he didn't mean to," said Ruth's mother. "He's a dear little fellow. I must come over and see your pets. Ruth loves a pussy or a dog, but she doesn't know much about alligators."
"We have a monkey, too," said Janet.
"And a parrot named Mr. Nip," added her brother.
"And white rats and mice! They're real cute!" exclaimed Janet.
"I don't believe I would like the mice!" said Mrs. Johnson.
"But ours are white," Janet explained."That makes a big difference. They're as nice as rabbits!"
"They wouldn't be for me," said Ruth's mother, with a laugh. "Good-bye, Curlytops! Come over again, and bring a pussy or doggie with you."
Ted and Janet promised they would, and then they hurried back across the street after Trouble. They wanted to make sure he would not get into any more mischief with the pets.
Daddy Martin was told, that evening after supper, all that had happened during the day, from the discovery that Slider and Snuff could do tricks, to the finding of the pet alligator in baby Ruth's carriage.
"Well, it seems you had lots of excitement to-day," he said to his wife.
"Just a little," she agreed.
"But if Uncle Toby's pets are to make trouble I don't know that we can keep them," Daddy Martin said.
Teddy and Janet looked at each other.
"Oh, we can't let them go now!" exclaimed Teddy.
"We're just getting to love them!" his sister added.
"And we haven't found out any tricks yetthat the white mice can do," Teddy went on. "We haven't even named 'em!"
"Well, I suppose if the neighbors don't complain I shouldn't," admitted Mr. Martin. "But with the monkey scaring Mrs. Blake, and the alligator scaring Mrs. Johnson——"
"They weren't verymuchscared," interrupted Ted. "Please let us keep Uncle Toby's pets! We want to give a circus."
"We'll see," said Mr. Martin. "I hope nothing more will happen, though, to annoy the neighbors."
"We'll watch our pets so they won't get out," promised Ted and Janet.
The next few days were spent by the Curlytops in getting better acquainted with the animals that had been brought from Uncle Toby's. They liked their new pets more and more the more they saw of them. Of course they wished they could get Tip back, but that trick dog seemed to have vanished.
Daddy Martin put an advertisement in the paper, and offered a reward to whoever would bring Tip back, but there were no answers—at least none that amounted to anything. It is true that several men and boys came with strange dogs they thought answeredthe description of the missing Tip, but none of the animals was the pet so much wanted.
Nor was anything heard of the missing youth "Shorty." He seemed to have disappeared with the poodle, and the police said they believed Shorty knew where Tip was, and had, perhaps, taken him away in order to sell him.
"Well, of course we have enough animals without Tip to give a show," said Teddy. "But I'd love to get Tip back. And I guess Top is lonesome without him."
"I guess so, too," added Janet.
But if Top was lonesome he showed no signs of it after one or two days. He made friends with Skyrocket, as Snuff did with Turnover, and the dogs and cats lived happily together.
But alas for the hopes of Mr. Martin that his neighbors would not again be troubled by the pets of the Curlytops. It was about a week after the animals had been brought from Uncle Toby's house that, as Mr. Martin was coming home from the store rather early one afternoon, he saw a crowd in front of the bakeshop of Mr. Capper, just around the corner from the home of the Curlytops.
"I hope that isn't a fire in Mr. Capper's bakery," thought Daddy Martin, for more than once hot grease had boiled over in the bakeshop and caused slight fires.
As Mr. Martin approached Mr. Capper's store he heard loud laughter from the crowd of men and boys in front of the show window.
"It can't be a fire, or they wouldn't laugh," said the father of the Curlytops. "I wonder what it is?"
He hastened on, and as he came within view of the bakery window he uttered an exclamation of surprise. For there, among the buns, eating them and playing among the other cakes, were several large white rats and mice.
"Look at that one big one stand up on his hind legs and nibble a bun just like a squirrel!" said a man watching the antics of the white rats and mice among Mr. Capper's buns. If this man had only known it, squirrels and rats belong to the same family, that called "rodents," only a squirrel has a much larger tail than a rat or a mouse.
"I wonder what in the world Mr. Capper lets those white rats stay in his bakeshop window for?" thought Mr. Martin, as heran up. "They are not harmful, of course, but people will not like to eat bakery stuff after rats and mice, even if they are white, have run around them. It's a poor advertisement."
At that moment the baker himself, who had been out in his oven-room, came running into the shop. He gave one look at his window, saw the white rats and mice playing around in and nibbling his choice buns, and then the baker cried:
"Oh, who did this? Who played this trick on me and spoiled my buns? Who let those mice in there?"
"Didn't you do it yourself?" asked Mr. Martin, who knew the baker very well, having traded with him for a number of years.
"Let those mice in my window? Never!" cried Mr. Capper. "Why should I do a thing like that?"
"I thought maybe it was for an advertisement—to attract customers to your store," said Mr. Martin. "Though I thought it was rather funny."
"It is too funny!" cried the baker. "All my buns are spoiled, and I just baked them. As for customers—I have a crowd, yes, but they will not buy what the mice have nibbled.
"Whose mice are they? Whose white rats are they? I ask you that!" cried the baker, who was much excited. "A little while ago two boys come in to buy cookies. I wait on them, and I go back to my oven. Then the next I know I see a crowd and I come out to find—these!"
He pointed to the white rats and mice that were having a fine time among the buns in the bakeshop window.
"You say two boys were here a little while ago?" asked Mr. Martin, and he began to have a suspicion of what had happened.
"Two boys," replied the baker. "They have a box with them—Ha! here is the box now. It is the cage that the mice got out of!" he cried, pointing to a box with a wire front on the floor of the store, in a corner.
"Uncle Toby's box!" exclaimed Mr. Martin, in a low voice.
"What's that?" cried the baker. "You know these white rats and mice, Mr. Martin?"
"I'm afraid I do," said the father of the Curlytops. "My children got some new pets from an uncle of mine—Uncle Toby. Among the pets were white mice and rats. That isthe box we brought them in from Pocono. But how did the box get here?"
"Some boys brought it in, I am telling you," the baker answered. "Two boys."
"Did you know them? Was one my son Teddy?" asked Mr. Martin.
"I do not know—I forgot to look I was in such a hurry, for my bread was almost burning in my oven. I run to the store quick, as I am all alone now; I wait on the boys, they want cookies; and I run back to my oven. Now I come—the rats—the mice!" and Mr. Capper, who was a Frenchman, raised his hands in the air over his head in despair.
"I wonder if Ted could have done this?" mused Mr. Martin.
And then he heard Teddy's voice calling:
"Come on, Jim! Here they are! We left the rats here, and—Oh, I say! Look! They got out of the cage, and look what they're doing to the buns!"
A moment later Teddy Martin came pushing his way through the crowd now in the bakery.
Mr. Martin, the father of the Curlytops, Mr. Capper, the baker, and the crowd of persons in the shop looked at Teddy and his friend, Jimmy Norton, as the two boys hurried into the place. Nearly everyone guessed what had happened, but Mr. Martin wanted to make sure, so he asked:
"Teddy, did you let your white mice and rats get loose among Mr. Capper's buns?"
"Well, I—I didn't exactly do it, Daddy," Teddy answered. "But I guess they did get loose, didn't they?" he asked, with half a smile.
"There is no doubt about it—they are loose, and they have done a lot of damage," and Mr. Martin spoke rather sternly.
"Damage! They have eaten up over two dollars' worth of buns—or they have as much spoiled!" said the excited baker.
"How did it happen?" asked Teddy's father.
"Well, it was an accident," the little Curlytop boy answered. "Jimmy and I were taking the cage down to the store to have some new wire put on. There's a place where the wire is broken, and it needed fixing so the rats couldn't get out. So Jimmy and I took the cage, and the rats and mice in it, down to the hardware store."
"Why didn't you take the mice out, and leave them in the barn?" asked Mr. Martin.
"'Cause there wasn't anything I could leave 'em in," Teddy replied. "I was afraid they'd get out, and maybe go over in Mrs. Johnson's baby carriage, just as Slider did. So I thought if we took the rats and mice right in the cage the man at the store could put some new wire netting over the old, and they couldn't get out."
"And did he do it?" Teddy's father went on, while the crowd listened to the talk.
"Yes, sir," Teddy replied. "The cage was fixed all right, and on the way back, Jimmy and I got tired of carrying it, so we stopped in here to get some cookies. We were hungry."
"It is as I told you!" broke in Mr. Capper."Two boys did come in for cookies. These are the two—I remember now."
"Well, why didn't you boys take the cage of rats and mice with you when you went out?" asked Mr. Martin. "If you hadn't left them here they wouldn't have gotten loose and gone into Mr. Capper's show window to eat or spoil all his buns. Why did you leave the cage here?"
"We—we forgot it, I guess; didn't we, Jimmy?" asked Teddy of his chum.
"Yes," agreed Jimmy, "we did."
"But if the man at the hardware store put new wire on the cage, I don't see how the rats and mice got out," Mr. Martin went on.
Teddy looked at the empty cage which had been set down in a corner when he and his chum bought the cookies.
"The door came open!" Teddy exclaimed. "See, Daddy, the door sprang open and the white mice got out that way. It wasn't our fault at all!"
"But it was your fault for leaving the cage here," went on Mr. Martin. "I don't see why you did it."
"I guess it was on account of the fire engine," spoke up Jimmy Norton.
"The fire engine!" cried Teddy's father."What has the fire engine to do with white mice eating buns?"
"Well, after we'd bought the cookies, and were going to take up the cage of mice and go out," Jimmy explained, "the fire engine came past, and Ted and I ran out to see it and we went to the fire, but it wasn't a big one, and we forgot about the mice; didn't we, Teddy?"
"Yes," said Teddy, "we did. And I didn't think about 'em until a little while ago, 'cause we started to play marbles, and—and——"
"Yes, and by your thoughtlessness you have made a lot of trouble," Mr. Martin remarked. "I am sorry for this, Teddy. If many more things happen I shall have to get rid of Uncle Toby's pets."
"Oh, don't do that!" begged the little Curlytop boy. "I'll put the rats and mice back in the cage and I'll fasten the door so they can't get out again. Don't send Uncle Toby's animals away, Daddy! We want to have a circus with them!"
"And I'll help pay for the buns the rats ate," added Jimmy. "It was partly my fault for making Ted forget."
"Oh, no, I can't allow that," said Mr.Martin, "though it is very good of you to offer, Jimmy. I will pay Mr. Capper for the buns the rats ate, and after this Teddy must be more careful."
"Can we take away the buns and cookies the mice didn't eat?" asked the little Curlytop chap, as he and his chum began picking up the pets and putting them back in the cage. The animals were tame and did not mind being handled.
"Take away all the buns in the window! They are of no more use to me!" exclaimed the baker. "But, Mr. Martin, I will not charge you full price for the things—only what it cost to make them. For, as you say, it was an advertisement. And I know the boys did not mean it."
"Indeed we didn't!" cried Teddy. "We can take the broken buns and feed them to Skyrocket and Top, and Mr. Nip and Jack will eat them, too," he said to his father. "It will be just as good as buying stale bread for the monkey and the parrot, Daddy. I guess they'll like buns better."
"I shouldn't be surprised if they did," laughed Mr. Martin. "Well, as you say, Teddy, it will save buying stale bread." Some of the pets were fed on this, and nowthe broken buns would take its place for a few meals.
By this time the crowd began leaving the bakery, as the excitement was over. Teddy and Jimmy picked up the last of the rats and mice, putting them back in the mended cage.
"And make sure the door of the cage is fastened," Mr. Martin said to Teddy, as the baker was paid for the buns. "We don't want the creatures getting loose again."
"It's good and tight," Teddy said. "They won't get out again except when we take them out to do circus tricks."
Carrying the cage of white mice and rats between them, Teddy and Jimmy walked down the street in front of Mr. Martin, and soon the pets were safely back in the barn.
"I'm a crack-crack-cracker!" cried the green, red and yellow parrot, as the boys entered. The talkative bird whistled, at which sound Skyrocket and Top, who were asleep in one corner of the barn, awakened and began to bark loudly.
"Your parrot whistles just like one of us fellows," said Jimmy to Teddy.
"Yes, he does," admitted the Curlytop chap. "I have been trying to think what tricks we could make him do in the circus.But the trouble is he doesn't always talk or whistle when you want him to. And when you don't want him to he nearly always does it."
"Well, anyway, he'll be nice to look at in the pet circus," said Jimmy. "And in the regular circus they have animals and birds to look at, as well as the kind that do tricks."
"Yes," agreed Teddy, "I guess so."
"I'm a crack-crack-cracker!" shrieked the parrot again, pulling himself up to the top of his cage by means of his big beak, his black tongue licking the bars as if he liked them.
"Well, if you're a crack-crack-cracker, here's a bun-bun-bunner for you," laughed Teddy, and out of the bag Mr. Martin had carried from the bakeshop Teddy took several of the broken pieces and fed them to the parrot.
Seeing this, Jack, the monkey, who was in his cage, set up a chattering such as he must have learned in the jungle where he came from.
"What's the matter with him?" Jimmy wanted to know.
"I guess he wants some of the broken buns, too," said Teddy. "Here, you give the monkeysome, and I'll feed Skyrocket and Top. They want some, too."
Soon such of Uncle Toby's pets as liked this form of food were having all the buns they wanted. Mr. Nip, the parrot, tore his pieces of the buns apart to get at the currants. But Jack, Top and Skyrocket ate theirs down, currants and all, as if they liked every crumb.
The white rats and mice were not given any of the broken buns, as it was thought they had had enough in the bakery, and Teddy knew it was not wise to overfeed any pet animals.
Cats, dogs and other pets should not be fed too much, though of course they should not be allowed to go hungry very long. When animals can run around as they please, or when they live wild in the jungle or forest, they never eat too much. They know when to stop. But often persons, wishing to be kind, will give their dogs and cats too much meat, or other rich food. And as these pets do not run around and exercise very much, they cannot digest all they eat, so they often become ill. Teddy did not want this to happen to any of his pets.
Another thing he was careful about wasalways to see that they had plenty of fresh water. Nothing is more important than this. It is cruel to have any pet suffer for water to drink, especially in summer. So if you keep pets of any kind, don't feed them too much, but give them plenty of water. They never can take too much of this.
"When you going to have your circus?" asked Jimmy of Teddy, when the animals had quieted down, eating the pieces of buns.
"Oh, pretty soon, I guess. Janet and I are going to teach them a lot of new tricks."
"I wish I could help," said Jimmy.
"You can," Teddy promised. "Jan and I will need someone to help us with the circus. I'm going to ask Jack Turton and Harry Kent, too. Jack is so funny and fat he'll make a good clown."
"I'd rather be one of the animal trainers," said Jimmy.
"That's what you and I'll be—animal trainers," decided Teddy. "My sister Jan's good with animals, too. She isn't afraid of even a snake."
"That's good," decided Jimmy. "Maybe we could get some snakes to have in the circus—little ones, you know."
"It would be fine!" exclaimed Teddy. "But where can we get any?"
"Oh, in the woods, I guess. I'll see if I can find any. But I've got to go home now."
"All right. Come over to-morrow and we'll start training the animals," replied Teddy.
And the next day Teddy, Janet and Jimmy began to teach the pets some new tricks. I will tell you about them when the time comes. It was not easy work, and more than once the Curlytops and their friend were discouraged. For just when they thought they had Top and Skyrocket so they would do a trick together, one or the other of the dogs would run away, wagging his tail, however, in friendly fashion, to show there were no hard feelings.
The cats were the hardest to teach. Snuff did very well with his ball rolling trick and one or two others, and Turnover would turn in a sort of side-somersault whenever told to do so by Janet. But to teach the two cats to do tricks together was much harder.
It was this—the tricks they could do together—that made Tip and Top such a valuable team of dogs.
"Do you think you'll ever get Tip back?"asked Jimmy, as he, with the Curlytops, was resting one day after putting the pets through some of their tricks.
"We keep hoping so," said Janet.
"But it doesn't look so now," added her brother. "He's been gone so long, and not even the police can find him. They can't find Shorty, either. I guess Shorty and Tip ran a way together."
"And maybe Shorty has Tip in a circus, making him do tricks," added Janet.
"Maybe," agreed Teddy. "But now we've got to think where we're going to get a tent for our show. If we give a pet animal circus we've got to have a tent."
"Sure!" agreed Jimmy. "It wouldn't be a circus without a tent. But maybe my father can get us one. He used to be in the army."
"Oh, let's go ask him!" cried Janet. "We can leave our pets here in the barn now, for they've been fed and watered."
Off the children hurried to Jimmy's house. His father was not at home, but Mrs. Norton said she thought her husband could get a tent that would do for the circus.
"And since you have been feeding the animals, wouldn't you like to feed yourselvesnow?" asked Jimmy's mother, with a smile at the Curlytops and her own son.
"Feed ourselves—how?" asked Teddy. At the same time he noticed a most delicious smell coming from Mrs. Norton's kitchen.
"I have just baked some molasses cookies," went on Jimmy's mother, "and I have some lovely, cool milk. Would you like some glasses of milk and molasses cookies?"
"Sure!" exclaimed Teddy.
"Fine!" cried Jimmy.
"We'd like it very much, if you please," said Janet, and she was extra polite, to make up for the rather boisterous manner in which Teddy spoke. But the boys meant to be polite and, after all, that is what counts.
Soon the Curlytops and their friend were out on the side porch, drinking the cool, rich milk and eating the fresh molasses cookies. It was while they were thus sitting, talking about the circus they were going to give, that into the yard came running Top, Uncle Toby's trick dog.
"Hello, Top!" called Teddy. "Were you looking for us?"
Top barked and wagged his tail. Then he acted in a strange manner. He ran up to Teddy, and caught hold of the boy's coat.
"Oh, he's trying to bite you!" exclaimed Janet.
"He is not! Top would never bite me!" declared Teddy. But he wondered what the dog was trying to do.
Then Top let go his hold of the coat, and ran a little way toward the gate. There he stopped and looked back toward the children.
"What makes him act that funny way?" asked Jimmy.
"I don't know," answered Teddy.
With another bark, and wagging his tail, Top again ran up to Teddy and pulled on his coat.
"I know what it is!" exclaimed the Curlytop boy. "Something has happened, and Top has come to tell us and get us to go with him! Come on, Jimmy! Come on, Jan!"
Together the two Curlytops and their friend Jimmy Norton ran out of Jimmy's yard and down the street, following Top, the trick dog. For as soon as Top had seen that Teddy was following after him, which, evidently, was just what Top wanted, the dog raced on, barking wildly.
"Do you think he came to call you?" panted Janet, as she ran beside her brother.
"Sure he did," Ted answered. "Didn't you ever read in books how dogs do that when they want you to come to help somebody who's in trouble—like somebody in the water?"
"I've read lots of stories like that," said Jimmy.
"Oh, maybe something has happened to Trouble!" cried Janet.
"Mother took Trouble down town with her," Teddy answered. "So if Trouble is in trouble Top wouldn't know it."
"Maybe our house is on fire," went on Janet, who seemed quite determined to have something dreadful happen.
"You'd hear the alarm bell and see the engines if there was a fire," declared Jimmy.
"Well, it'ssomething!" exclaimed Janet. "Isn't it a pity dogs can't talk like parrots? If they could, Top could tell us just what the matter was."
"We'll see pretty soon," said her brother. "We're almost at our house, and it must be there that something is the matter."
As the children were racing down the street, with Top running in front of them, looking back every now and then to make sure the Curlytops and Jimmy were following, a man stopped the children and said:
"Why are you chasing that poor dog? Don't you know it is wrong to tease and annoy animals?"
"We're not teasing him," Teddy answered. "He's our dog, anyhow."
"That is no matter," the fussy man said. "I think it is wrong to chase dogs or to tie tin cans on their tails."
"As if we'd tie a tin can to the tail of our nice Top!" exclaimed Janet. "Wenevertie cans to dogs' tails!" she added. "And we're running after Top because he wants us to. He came to get us because something has happened at our house."
Seeing that the children had stopped, because the strange man had halted them, Top came running back, barking and wagging his tail. He caught hold of Teddy's coat, and again pulled it.
"See!" exclaimed Ted. "He wants us to follow him. He did that before, and that's why we ran after him, not because we're chasing him, Mister."
The man looked at the excited dog and at the kind-faced children. He must have known they would never have harmed animals, for he said:
"Oh, excuse me! I guess I made a mistake. I thought you were chasing the poor dog. Excuse me!"
The strange man turned and hurried off down the street, and after looking toward him for a few seconds the Curlytops and their chum again hastened along, following Top, who grew more excited all the while.
Into the yard of the Martin house dashedTop, closely followed by the children. But the dog did not stop at the house, nor did he run toward the barn where the other pets were kept. When Ted, Janet and Jimmy went over to Jimmy's house they had left the two dogs and the two cats playing outside the barn. Now there was no sight of Snuff and Turnover, nor of Skyrocket, the other dog.
Down past the barn and toward the brook into which Trouble had more than once fallen, ran Top, the trick dog.
"Oh, Trouble must have come back and have fallen in!" cried Janet.
"I don't believe so," said her brother. "If Trouble was in the water you'd hear him howling."
"Unless his head was under," suggested Jimmy.
"Yes, unless his head under," agreed Teddy. "But I don't believe it's Trouble. If it was anything like that, Top wouldn't come all the way to your house after us, Jimmy. He'd have barked and have gotten someone around here to come to the rescue."
"There isn't anybody home at our house but us, and we weren't home," explainedJanet. "Mother and Trouble are down town, and Susan, our new girl, has gone out."
"I guess that's why Top came to us," Teddy said. "But where is he going, anyhow, and what is the matter?"
Barking and still wagging his tail, to show how glad he was that the children were coming where he wanted them, Top led the way down along the brook. The Curlytops passed the place where they had played ships the day Trouble was sent afloat in the box—the day Uncle Toby's letter came, telling about the pets he was leaving.
"What is it, Top? What's the matter, old fellow?" asked Teddy.
A bark was the dog's answer. But a moment later, as the children turned a bend in the stream, they heard a howl coming from a bunch of tall cat-tail plants growing on the edge of a swamp not far from the brook. It was the mournful howl of a dog in pain.
"That's Skyrocket!" cried Teddy.
"And he's in trouble!" added Janet.
"And that's why Top came to get us," declared Jimmy.
Top was barking louder than ever now, and as the Curlytops and their friend hurriedalong they could hear, more plainly, the howls of the dog they felt sure was their own, dear Skyrocket.
And a moment later, as they parted the green spears of the cat-tails, they saw, lying on the ground in the mud and water, poor Skyrocket. Their pet looked up at them and howled mournfully.
"Oh, he's drowning!" cried Janet, as she saw that Skyrocket was partly covered by the water of the swamp.
"He's got a broken leg!" said Jimmy.
"Dogs can go on three legs, if one is broken, though they can't go very fast," said Teddy. "Skyrocket is caught fast, that's what's the matter."
Top seemed overjoyed that he had brought help to his dog friend. Close up beside Skyrocket Top crawled, whining in sympathy, and then Top began licking, with his red tongue, one of Skyrocket's legs.
"Oh, I see what the matter is!" cried Teddy. "Skyrocket's leg is caught in a trap! That's why he couldn't get loose! Look!"
Teddy pointed to where, half hidden in the mud, water, and grass, was a spring trap. It was fast to a chain, and the chain was attached to a wooden stake, driven into theground. But, worst of all, the steel jaws of the trap had snapped shut on the lower part of Skyrocket's left hind leg. The poor dog tried to stand up, but could not, as whenever he attempted to move the chain held him back.
"Poor Skyrocket!" murmured Janet, almost ready to cry.
"I'll get him loose!" said Teddy.
"It's a good thing Top came and told us what the matter was, or maybe we'd never have known it," remarked Jimmy.
"Come on, Jim! Help me open the trap and get Sky's leg out," said Teddy. "You pat his head—I mean Sky's head, Jan, and that will let him know we aren't going to hurt him."
So while Top looked on, whining in sympathy with his injured dog friend, and while Janet softly rubbed the head of Skyrocket, the two boys opened the trap. While Jimmy held it steady Teddy stepped on the strong spring with his foot. This was the only way to open it.
In another moment the trap was gently pulled loose from the leg of Skyrocket, and the poor dog, with a whine of thanks, managed to stand up. He tried to step on theinjured leg, but quickly drew it up with a howl of pain.
"Oh, maybe it's broken!" half sobbed Janet.
"A dog can get well with a broken leg, but a horse can't," said Jimmy. "At least a horse never does, because he is so big he can't be kept off his leg until it heals. A horse can't go on three legs like a dog."
"A horse can stand up on two legs, and walk a little. I've seen 'em in a circus!" declared Janet. "But I never saw a horse go on three legs."
"There goes Skyrocket on three legs!" called Teddy, for his pet hobbled along a little way, to a drier part of the swamp, and then lay down and began licking with his red tongue the leg that had been caught in a trap.
"Look and see if it's broken," suggested Jimmy. "If it is, we'd better tie sticks around it like the principal of our school did one day when Tommy Hicks broke his leg."
"I remember that time," responded Teddy. "Easy now, old fellow," he said to Skyrocket. "Let me feel your leg to see if it is broken."
Gently, very gently, Teddy moved his fingersalong the injured leg. Skyrocket whined a little, but remained lying there quietly. At last Teddy stood up.
"I don't believe it's broken," he said. "I guess it was only pinched hard in the trap."
"It's a smooth-jawed trap, not the kind with the teeth like a saw," said Jimmy, looking at the trap which had been allowed to spring shut after Skyrocket's leg was drawn out. "They use big traps, with terrible sharp teeth and jaws, to catch bears," said the little boy.
"I'm glad this wasn't that kind of trap," said Janet. "But who put it here, anyhow?"
"It's an old one, and rusty," went on Jimmy, looking at the trap, while Teddy got some water from the swamp in the top of his cap, and poured it over the bruised place where Skyrocket's leg seemed to hurt most. The water appeared to ease the pain a little, and the dog whined gratefully. Top, now that his work of bringing someone to the rescue was over, stretched out in a cool place and rested, breathing with his mouth open and his tongue hanging out. This is the way dogs always cool themselves.
"Yes, it's an old, rusty trap," agreedTeddy, coming up to look at the thing that had caught Skyrocket. "I guess some muskrat hunter left it here, all set and ready to catch some animal that came along, ever since last winter. Maybe the spring was rusty, and not so strong, and that's why it didn't break Skyrocket's leg."
"I'm glad it didn't!" voiced Janet.
"So'm I," echoed Jimmy. "But how are you going to get Skyrocket home?"
"Oh, it isn't far, and he can go on three legs," said Teddy. "Come on, old fellow," he called, and Skyrocket managed to hobble along the brook path and up to the house. Top walked along beside him, every now and then putting out his tongue and gently licking his companion.
"He's kissing him 'cause he's sorry," observed Janet.
"We're all sorry," declared Teddy. "I'm going to ask mother if we can't have the animal doctor look at Skyrocket's leg."
"Why, children! what is the matter? Has anything happened, Curlytops?" asked Mrs. Martin, who had reached home with Trouble by the time the two boys and Janet made their way up the back path to the house.
"Skyrocket's leg was caught in a trap,and can't we have the animal doctor see if it's broken?" Teddy asked.
Then the story was told, not forgetting the brave and intelligent part played by Top, and Mrs. Martin examined Skyrocket's sore leg.
"I don't believe it is broken, but we'll have the doctor look to make sure," she said.
And you can just imagine how glad the Curlytops were, and Jimmy also, when the doctor said:
"The leg is not broken, but it is badly bruised. However, it will be well in a week or so. Keep Skyrocket as quiet as you can."
"We will!" promised Janet.
"We want him to get well so he can be in the circus," added Teddy.
"Oh, I guess he'll be all right for that," said the doctor, with a laugh as he hurried away to look after a sick horse.
A soft bed was made for Skyrocket in the barn, and a basin of fresh water was placed near him. He licked Teddy's hands in gratitude as the little boy patted him in coming away.
It was several days after the adventure with Skyrocket and the trap that somethingelse exciting happened at the home of the Curlytops.
Mr. Nip, the red, green and yellow parrot, became ill. His feathers were ruffled up, he sat all in a lump on his perch, and he would not eat.
"I guess you'd better have the man from the bird store come up to see your parrot," said Mr. Martin, when he went out to the barn at the children's request to look at Mr. Nip. "Your mother will call the bird man on the telephone."
And when the bird man—that is to say the man who kept the bird and fish store—came to see Mr. Nip, he said the parrot should be kept in the kitchen and fed special food with a little medicine in it for a few days.
So that is how it happened that Mr. Nip was moved in from the barn to the house. And it was the third night that the parrot had slept in the house that something happened.
In the middle of the night the Curlytops were awakened by hearing Mr. Nip cry out loudly:
"Go 'way! Go 'way! I'm a crack-crack-cracker! Get out of here!"
Teddy and Janet, who seemed to be the only ones awakened by this alarm of Mr. Nip, listened, half shivering in their beds.
"Did you hear that?" called Teddy to his sister in the next room.
"Yes. What is it?" inquired Janet.
"It's Mr. Nip," whispered back the Curlytop boy. "He's calling to someone. Maybe daddy or mother's down there giving him medicine."
But just then the parrot set up such a screeching as the children had never heard, since he came from Uncle Toby's at least.
"Go 'way! Go 'way!" cried the bird. "I'm a crack-crack-cracker! Police! Fire! Burglars!"
And then, to the surprise and terror of the Curlytops, a strange voice, somewhere downstairs in their house, exclaimed in a harsh whisper:
"Do something to that parrot! Throw a rug over his cage, or he'll have the whole house awake. Make him be quiet!"
The Curlytops cuddled down in their beds. Janet said afterward that she pulled the clothes over her ears. Teddy did the same at first, and then he began to think. And his first thought was that someone besides those who had a right to be there, were in his mother's kitchen. And of course the next thought that came to Teddy was:
"Burglars!"
Somehow or other he happened to hit on just exactly the very thing that was happening downstairs.
"Jan! Janet!" hoarsely whispered Teddy, thrusting his head out from under the sheet he had pulled over himself.
But Janet did not answer.
From down in the kitchen, however, the little Curlytop boy could plainly hear the parrot saying:
"I'm a crack-crack-cracker!"
"I'll hit him a crack if he doesn't keep quiet!" said a harsh voice. "Do you hear anyone coming, Bill?"
"No," replied another voice, which, Teddy thought, must belong to the man called Bill.
"They're burglars trying to get our parrot!" quickly thought Teddy. "I'm not going to let them have Mr. Nip. If they take him away he can't be in our circus. Course he can't do tricks like Skyrocket and Top, but he's nice to look at. The burglars shan't get Mr. Nip!"
Teddy slipped out of bed and went, as softly as he could, to the room where his father and mother slept. They were sound in slumber, which is the reason neither of them heard the parrot talking and screeching. Besides, the rooms of Teddy and Janet were nearer the kitchen.
"Daddy! Mother! Wake up!" whispered Teddy.
The sound of his parents' heavy breathing was the only answer the little boy received.
"Daddy! Mother!" he called again. "Wake up! There's a burglar downstairs, and he's trying to take Mr. Nip!"
There was silence for a moment, and thenTeddy reached over and gently pulled his mother by her hand, which was hanging down outside the bed.
"What is it? What's the matter?" suddenly asked Mrs. Martin. In another instant she had pulled the cord attached to an electric light over her bed, and the room was bright in a moment. Then Mr. Martin awakened, and both parents looked at the little Curlytop boy.
"What's the matter, Ted? Walking in your sleep?" asked his father. For sometimes Teddy did do that.
In answer the little fellow put his finger to his lips to make his father and mother understand that he wanted them to keep quiet.
"It's burglars—two of 'em!" whispered Teddy. "One is named Bill, but I don't know the other one's name. They've come to get Mr. Nip."
"What's that—our parrot? Nonsense!" exclaimed Mr. Martin. "You have been dreaming, Teddy, my boy. Go back to bed."
But just then, from down in the kitchen, came the voice of the parrot shrieking:
"I'm a crack-crack-cracker! Police, Fire! Burglars!"
Then came a banging, clashing sound, and a man's voice cried:
"There! See if that will keep you quiet!"
An instant later there was a sound as if the parrot's cage had been knocked over, or had tumbled over, and Mr. Nip cried:
"Help! Help! Help!"
Out of bed jumped Mr. Martin, going toward the closet where he kept his revolver.
"It is burglars!" he whispered.
"Oh, you mustn't go down! They might shoot you! Go to the window and call the police!" begged Mrs. Martin, clinging to her husband.
Mr. Martin did both. He went to the window and fired a shot from his revolver up into the air. My! what a loud noise it made, and it set Skyrocket and Top to barking out in the barn. Perhaps the monkey chattered also, but he could not be heard. However, Mr. Nip's shrill shrieking seemed to resound all over the neighborhood.
There was a moon, and as he looked from his bedroom window Mr. Martin, by its light, saw two men running out of the side gate.
"There go the burglars!" he cried, and again he fired a shot. This made the strangemen run all the faster, and by this time Trouble had awakened and was crying.
"Janet, you come in and stay with Trouble," called Mrs. Martin "I'll get dressed, and then, when the police come, we must see what the burglars have taken! Oh, what a dreadful night! I hope they haven't stolen much!"
"And I hope they didn't take Mr. Nip," echoed Teddy.
"I don't believe they carried away much of anything," Mr. Martin remarked, as he slipped on his bath robe. "I didn't see them carry much as they ran."
By this time Janet had gone in to Trouble, comforting him, stopping his frightened sobs, and telling him a little story. And then several neighbors, roused by Mr. Martin's shooting, came in, and a little later the police arrived.
An examination was made in the kitchen, and it was found that the burglars had broken open a window and had thus come into the house. But no sooner had they entered than Mr. Nip roused up and began to talk. And it was his talk and his loud voice that had awakened Janet and Teddy.
The burglars, fearing the parrot wouldawaken someone, had tried to silence him by throwing something over the cage. But the bird, who was always more excited when strangers were around, kept on screeching and yelling. Then one of the burglars, in his anger, must have thrown something at the parrot's cage, knocking it over, and this was one of the crashes heard upstairs.
"Poor Mr. Nip!" said Teddy, when he was allowed to come down with his father and mother. The parrot's cage was set upright again, no damage having been done.
The excitement seemed to have made Mr. Nip feel better, for he showed no signs of illness as he cried again and again:
"Police! Fire! Burglars! I'm a crack-crack-cracker!"
"You're a good polly!" declared Mrs. Martin. "You saved our house from being robbed!"
And there is no question but what Mr. Nip had done that. Bringing the sick parrot into the kitchen had been the means of scaring away the burglars. No thieves will stay in a house at night if they hear someone moving around, or hear voices, and these bad men may have thought at first that Mr. Nip was some real person, calling for the police.