each one of Little Elephant's big ears and looked inside. "Little Elephant, did you wash your ears?" she asked sternly.
Little Elephant stood first on one foot and then on the other. He didn't know what to answer. "A little," he said at last, looking down his trunk.
"Humph! I thought so!" scolded Mother Elephant. "Now go back and wash them thoroughly. A big Little Elephant like you should be able to wash his own ears."
When Little Elephant came back the second time the train was pulling into a station.
"Here we are!" called Mother Elephant. "Hurry up!"
There was jolly Uncle Oliver Elephant, standing on the platform. Little Elephant knew it was Uncle Oliver because he had on baggy red overalls and a large straw hat, and he was chewing a wisp of hay. "We-e-ell! Ble-e-ess my soul! If it isn't Little Elephant!" boomed Uncle Oliver, as he lumbered down the platform to meet them. "Have you come to help me on the farm, young fellow?"
Uncle Oliver's funny little open car was standing beside the platform. "Get in, get in!" he said.
Little Elephant didn't see where they could put the suitcases, for Mother Elephant filled up the whole
