“What aily you, tender Infant?” she require for worry, brushing back its goldy locks.
“Female mother,” he prattle, “what date of calendar do it be?”
“To-day are Thursday, Aug. 13, by N. Y. Journal,” she reclaim for nervous calm.
“Ah sad!” sob Hon. Child, winding trunk around neck of its female mother. “It are such a length of time till!”
“Till which?” blow-out she.
“Till March 4th,” remark child, “when Hon. Roosevelt may obtain a vacation for 4 years & come Africa to shoot Father.”
“Hush, child,” say Hon. Mother Elephant. “Hon. Roosevelt have got other large game besides Elephants on his hands. He have got Mr. Taft.”
“And when Mr. Taft are entirely elected, what then-so?”
“And then-so your Mother & Father will both receive some very distinguished shoots from that great mans. And maybe, if you are a very good little Baby Elephant and do not climb no trees, maybe you too will get a nice little bullet from Hon. Roosevelt.”
So Baby Elephant go sleep on shoulder-blade of Mother without no more lullabys.