Mr. Popper's Penguins

acted by the Popper Performing Penguins,” he said.
    “Of course if we succeeded in establishing the breed at the North Pole,” said the Admiral, “the name might have to be changed a little. I imagine that hundreds of years from now scientists would be calling them the Popper Arctic Penguins.”
    Mr. Popper was silent for a moment.
    “Gentlemen,” he said, “I want to thank you both. I’ll give you my decision tomorrow.”
     

Chapter XX

Farewell, Mr. Popper
     
    T WAS A hard decision to make. Long after the visitors had gone, Mr. and Mrs. Popper sat and discussed what was best for everybody. Mrs. Popper could see the advantages of both offers, and she pointed these out, without trying to influence him.
     “I feel that the penguins are really your responsibility,” she said, “and you must make up your mind.”
    It was a pale and haggard Mr. Popper who was ready to announce his decision the next day.
     “Mr. Klein,” he said, “I want you to know how much I appreciate your offer of putting my birds in the movies. But I am afraid I have to refuse. I do not believe the life in Hollywood would be good for the penguins.” Then he turned to Admiral Drake. “Admiral Drake, I am going to give you the birds. In doing this, I am considering the birds first of all. I know that they have been comfortable and happy with me. Lately, though, with the excitement and the warm weather, I’ve been worried about them. The birds have done so much for me that I have to do what is best for them. After all, they belong in a cold climate. And then I can’t help being sorry for those men up at the North Pole, without any penguins to help them pass the time.”
    “Your Government will thank you, Mr. Popper,” answered the Admiral.
    “Congratulations, Admiral,” said Mr. Klein. “Maybe you’re right at that, Popper. Hollywood might have been too much for the birds. I wish you’d let me make one short movie of them here in New York, though, before
    they go. Just some pictures of the sort of thing they do on the stage, you know. We’d show the film everywhere with an announcement that these are the famous Popper Penguins that are being taken to the North Pole by Admiral Drake of the United States Arctic Penguin Founding Expedition, or something like that.”
    “I’d like that very much,” said Mr. Popper.
    “We’d pay you, of course,” continued Mr. Klein. “Not a fortune, as we could have if you’d let us give them a contract, but, say, twenty-five thousand dollars.”
    “We could use it,” said Mrs. Popper.
    “It will be very quiet at 432 Proudfoot Avenue,” said Mr. Popper, when everyone had left.
    Mrs. Popper did not answer. She knew that nothing she could say could really comfort him.
    “However,” said Mr. Popper, “now that spring is here, a lot of people will be wanting their houses painted, so we’d better be getting back.”
    “Anyway,” said Bill, “we’ve had ten whole weeks of vacation right in the middle of the year, and not many children in Stillwater can say that.”

     
    The next day the cameramen arrived to make the picture of the penguins doing their tricks. It was arranged that the Poppers should stay in New York just long enough to see the Expedition off.
    Meanwhile, in the harbor, the great sailing ship of Admiral Drake was being made ready for its long trip north. Every day huge boxes of supplies of all sorts were hustled on board. The most comfortable quarters on the ship were turned over to the penguins, who were the cause of the voyage.
    Captain Cook was already quite familiar with the ship, since it was the same one the Admiral had sailed to the South Pole, where Captain Cook had often seen it. Greta, too, had seen vessels of its kind. The two of them were kept very busy showing and explaining everything to Nelson, Columbus, Louisa, Jenny, Scott, Magellan, Adelina, Isabella, Ferdinand, and Victoria.
    The sailors all took the greatest delight in watching the curious little birds at their explorations.
    “It looks as if this will be a pretty lively trip,” they would say. “These Popper Penguins certainly live up to their reputation.”
    But at last everything was ready, and the day came when the Poppers were to go down and say good-by. Bill and Janie ran all over the ship, and did not want to leave when it was time to draw up the gangplank. The Admiral shook hands with them and Mrs. Popper, and thanked them for having helped to train the extraordinary penguins that