“There it is!” she cried, “the little White Elephant, out for a morning stroll, with the Rajah on her back.”
“Where?” cried the children.
“There! On the other side of that queer little box you call the Taj Mahal.”
From their great height they could easily see over the building to the jungle beyond. And there they beheld her.
“’Es, but it’s only a tiny wee toy eferlent!” exclaimed Kiddiwee, disappointedly.
“No, it isn’t a bit,” exclaimed Coppertop; “that’s only because we’re so huge. It’s quite the ordinary size. Oh, don’t you understand?”
“’Es, I ’spect I do,” said Kiddiwee, rather doubtfully.
“What are you going to do, Miss Smiler?” inquired Tibbs.
“Oh, call me Smiler, for short!” corrected the Camel. “What am I going to do? Why, I’m going to hop over the Taj Mahal, like a bird, and sit right down on the little Elephant. That’ll surprise the Rajah, won’t it?” and Miss Smiler smiled hugely at the very idea.
In an instant Miss Smiler jumped right over the Taj Mahal, and with one stride reached the White Elephant. Without a moment’s hesitation, she sat down on it, greatly to the terror of the Rajah and his servants, who thought the end of the world had come.