but still it wouldn't go down. Finally they called Father Elephant. "That's easy," he said, and plopped—one big foot on the cover. Bang! It was shut.
That afternoon they got on the train. Little Elephant was excited because he had never been on a train. "Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong!" went the bell. And the whistle shrieked, "Too-oo-oot, too-oo-oot!" Father Elephant stood on the platform waving good-by.
At first Little Elephant sat quietly in his seat, and watched the trees and houses and telegraph poles go whizzing past the window. Then he grew restless. This bothered Mother Elephant, who was trying to take a nap.
"Do sit still, Little Elephant," she said, "and stop wiggling."
It was a long train ride and Little Elephant got very tired. First he read the picture book Mother Elephant had brought. Then he ran up and down the aisle and looked out of the window. Finally there was nothing more to do, except ask questions.
"Is this the station?" cried Little Elephant, every time the train stopped.
But Mother Elephant always said, "Not yet," for she couldn't sleep now.
Little Elephant didn't see how he could wait any
