50 Tula Oolah.

satisfied their curiosity by looking at the mar-
vellous little animal. ‘Wie geht’s?”

“Tula Oolah,” was the answer.

“So? Kannst also kein Deutsch sprechen?
Don’t shpeak chermans, eh?” enquired the Ger-
man gentleman, sadly.

“Tula Oolah,” replied the elephant with equal
sadness, and so the interview ended.

Then one of the ladies advised Celia’s mother
to take him to the gang of Italians who were work-
ing on the bridge below the hotel.

‘“What he says sounds to me like Italian,” she
said. But when the Italians heard the “Tula
Oolah”’ they could make nothing of it, nor did
the elephant pay the slightest attention to them,
although they talked loudly and all together.

At last the landlord said, ‘‘Mrs. Cameron, to-
morrow a gentleman, a Mr. Newcombe, is coming
here, who understands elephants—I mean real
ones. He has lived in India for many years. He,
I think, will be able to help you.” |

When Mr. Newcombe arrived, he heard about
the little elephant, first from the clerk, and then