"Just you wait until you see my wrestling monkeys," cried Ham. "I've taught two of them already. They'll be better than a moving picture show." "My goodness, I think you have very clever boys," said Marjorie, who was tickled to death to think they were going to have a circus. Mrs. Noah did not reply at once. I guess she was thinking it over. "Well, perhaps they are," she said by and by. "I never thought of it in just that way. I'm afraid I've always thought them mischievous." "What time shall we have the circus?" asked Ham. "Not too soon after breakfast," said Capt. Noah. "I don't want any sick animals aboard." "We'll be careful," said Japheth. "Let's go to bed now so as to wake up bright and early to-morrow." [Illustration: The Laughing Hyena had to be put to bed for fear she would laugh herself to death.] THE CIRCUS The ark goes sailing down the bay Upon the rushing tide; And the circus will commence to-day With the animals safe inside. This is the song the weathercock sang early the next morning. Marjorie rubbed her eyes, and then jumped out of bed and looked out of the window. "Good morning," she said to the merry gilt rooster, "it's a fine day for the circus. That was a pretty verse you just sang. Did you make it up?" "Oh, yes," said the weathercock proudly. "Just couldn't help it, you know. The circus doesn't come to town every day in the week." Well, after that, Marjorie hurried down to the breakfast table, where she found Mr. Jonah seated with the rest of the family. She had forgotten all about him, and so had I and maybe you have too, for you see, Mr. Jonah hadn't been feeling very well and had remained in his cabin since the day he'd left the whale. "It's certainly a relief to be once more at a breakfast table," he said. "Traveling inside a whale is like sailing in a submarine. Although a whale is supposed to be neutral, nevertheless, I was frightened to death for fear we might be torpedoed!" "Yes, indeed," sighed Mrs. Noah, "these awful times one isn't safe anywhere." "That's right," exclaimed Capt. Noah, "we must keep a sharp lookout. There's no telling how soon we may be in the war zone, and I am responsible for the safety of all my passengers!" And just then the Weathercock shouted something which sounded very much like "Periscope!" Well, you can imagine how excited everybody was after that. "Where away?" asked Capt. Noah. "Dead ahead," screamed the Weathercock. Instantly all eyes were turned in that direction. Some distance ahead stretched a long, smooth, sandy beach, on which was a huge billboard with the words "Perry's Slope." "Bah!" exclaimed Capt. Noah, "Perry's Slope isn't 'Periscope.' Well, I'm glad it isn't." "Are we going ashore?" asked Mr. Jonah. "Looks like it," answered Capt. Noah; "the ark is pointed for the beach. Hope we don't bump too hard. Some of the animals might get hurt."