46 Tula Oolah.

moaned piteously, “Tula Oolah, Tula Oolah,”’
over and over again. Celia lifted him out of
the box on to her lap, and found to her aston-
ishment, that he was not alive, but was made of
some hard metal—brass, she thought, for the color
was yellow.

‘But, if he is not alive, then how can he wave
his trunk and talk? And what, Soft-Eyes, oh,
what is he saying?”

But of course the seal did n’t know, and he
evidently did not like the looks of the uncanny
little elephant at all, for as the small creature
raised his voice, and said louder and with still
more piteous sound, “Tula Oolah,” Soft-Eyes
gave a yell of terror, jumped into the water, and
for three days Celia saw nothing of him!

She put the poor little animal back into the
brass box, and locking it, carried it home and put
it on the table. Her mother was away for the
whole day, and Celia ran to the cupboard, and
took out the glass of milk, which had been left
there for her dinner. She poured a little into a
saucer,