"Charming young woman, that Miss Boland," said Jack, as he lit his pipe with a coal from the fire.
CHAPTER XII.
ANOTHER ELEPHANT—A MISFORTUNE—HARRY'S LUCK.
"Yes, that she is," said Harry; "girl of excellent manners, and the pink of propriety."
Of course I echoed their opinion, and added to it a similar expression in favor of Mrs. Roberts, to which both my friends assented.
"We've put them on their mettle," said Jack, "and when we go to take their lunch they'll be sure to startle us in some way."
"Yes, that they will," said Harry. "I suspected as much when they named the date for our visit. They wouldn't have put the time off so far if it had not been for their desire to make elaborate preparations."
"We'll see what we shall see," I remarked; and then the conversation changed to our plans for the next day.
"I think the elephants will suffer to-morrow," said Harry—"that is, if we can find any."
"Yes," I answered, "we ought to be in the mood for an elephant-hunt, and if we can hear of any elephants about we'll go for them."