"Well, whatever were you trying to do with her umbrella, anyway?" asked Mother Elephant, giving his ear a pinch. For she was really very put out. Besides, she didn't know what Aunt Amy would say when she saw what had happened to her very best umbrella.
"That was my para—para—parachoot," exploded Little Elephant.
"Your what?" said Mother Elephant.
"My para-choot!"
"Your parachute!" gulped Mother Elephant. Land of goodness! What would Little Elephant think of next?
When they reached the pump Mother Elephant dipped her trunk into the trough and drew up a lot of water. Little Elephant knew what was coming. Swi-i-i-i-ish, went the cold water all over him. Then she took up another trunkful and sprayed him again. Little Elephant stood there and shivered till Mother Elephant got him clean. "This is your last pair of overalls," she said, "and now you must stay in bed till they get dry."
She led him in through the warm kitchen where Aunt Amy was frying doughnuts. There was a big stack of them on the table, all white with sugar. Little Elephant's mouth watered, and he reached for one as
