“Are they ever ugly?”
“Never have been. But you can’t tell. An elephant is liable to go bad most any time, then you—”
“But how can you tell, or can’t you?”
“Most always, unless they are naturally bad.”
“How do you know?”
“See that little slit on the cheek up there?”
“Yes,” said Phil, peering at the great jowls wonderingly.
“Well, several days before they get in a tantrum you will see a few tear drops—that’s what I call them—oozing from that little slit. I don’t know whether it’s water on the brain or what it is. But when you see the tear drops you want to get from under and chain Mr. Elephant down as quickly as possible.
“That is strange.”
“Very. But it’s a sure sign. Never knew it to fail, and I’ve known some elephants in my time. But Emperor and Jupiter never have shed a tear drop since I’ve known them. They are not the crying kind, you know.”