“If I see him I will,” Tum Tum answered. And then he walked on back through the woods.
“Good-bye, Slicko!” called the jolly elephant. “I have to be in the show this afternoon. I have to make believe play ball, and eat my dinner at a real table, and then I have to play the hand organ with my trunk. Those are some of my tricks.”
“Oh, I met a pig who said he could do tricks!” cried Slicko.
“Was his name Squinty?” inquired the jolly elephant.
“Yes,” said Slicko, “his name was Squinty.”
“I met him, too,” said Tum Tum. “He was a comical little pig. But now I must hurry back,” and on he went, crashing his way through the bushes. Some day, in another book, I shall tell you all the adventures of Tum Tum, the jolly elephant.
Slicko felt more lonesome than ever when the elephant had left her. She did not know what to do, and she wanted, more than ever, to see her mamma and papa, and sister and brothers again. Then, all at once, Slicko thought of something.
“Oh, I forgot to ask Tum Tum to give me a ride on his back!” exclaimed Slicko. “Mappo said he would, as he was such a kind elephant. I’m going to call to him.”
So Slicko called, in her chattering voice: