"But that wasn't the worst," continued the Elephant. "After the boy
had dropped some bread and jam on me, he thought he'd wash me off in
the bath room. He took me up to carry me there, but he dropped me on
the hard, tile floor and--well, you see what happened to me. My trunk
was broken off--broken off short!"

"What a sad accident!" exclaimed the Horse.

"You may well say so," returned the Elephant. "The little boy was
sorry for me, I'll say that of him. He called his mother and she tried
to fix me. She glued my trunk on, but she got it crooked and when I
saw myself in the glass I was ashamed! I was glad none of the other
toy animals could see me."

"What happened next?" asked the Horse, as the Elephant stopped to
catch his breath. It rather made him out of breath to talk without his
trunk.

"Well, after the boy's mother glued my trunk on he played with me for
a while, but he dropped me again, and my trunk broke off again in the
same place. After that the boy's father said I had better come to the
hospital. So here I am."

"But where is your trunk?" asked the Horse.

"Back under that piece of paper where I was sleeping," the big animal
answered. "It is to be fastened on me properly tomorrow. The toy
hospital doctor first washed the jam off me. I was made clean again,
and I was glad of that. Then, to keep the dust off me, he put me under
that paper. But when I heard you speaking, White Rocking Horse, I just