48 Tula Oolah.

‘‘He must be hungry,” she said, ‘and perhaps
‘Tula Oolah’ means ‘give me food’ in the ele-
phant language.”

But when she took the little creature out and
offered him the milk, he did not take it, and 't was
the same with the bread she then gave him.

“Oh, what can it be that you want?” said
tender hearted Celia, who was greatly distressed
by its evident grief.

“Tula Oolah,” was the answer.

At last she could bear it no longer, and lock-
ing the elephant in his box, she went off for drift-
wood, taking her lunch with her, for she meant to
wait till her mother came home before going into
the house, and listening again to that pitiful cry.
She gathered a great deal of wood, which she piled
neatly in the shed at the back of the cottage.

At last, when the sun began to go down, Celia
saw her mother coming, far down the beach, and
ran to meet her. Her mother was much as-
tonished, when she heard the story of the elephant,
and much more astonished when she saw the little
animal herself, and listened to his moaning cry.