walking all over the Doctor's
flower-beds."

Seeing the necessity for immediate action, Singh uttered a sharp, short
order, and the elephant knelt at once.

"Ah, that's better," cried Glyn.

"What shall I do now?" asked Singh, rather excitedly.

"Do? Why, you had better dress as quickly as you can, and go down to
him."

"But it's so early," said Singh. "I haven't finished my sleep."

"And you won't either; and you had better look sharp before he rams that
great head of his against the door and comes upstairs to fetch you."

"Bother the elephant!" cried Singh irritably, for this early waking from
a comfortable sleep had soured his temper.

"All right; bother him, then," replied Glyn, who was wonderfully wakeful
now; "but it seems to me that he's going to bother us. I say, Singhy,
the Doctor said he wouldn't let Slegge keep that fox-terrier dog he
bought a month ago."

"Well, I know; but what's that got to do with the elephant coming here?"

"Oh, I only meant that the Doctor won't let you keep him as a pet," said
Glyn with a chuckle.

"Such rubbish!" snapped out Singh in a rage, as he stood on one leg,
thrust one foot through his trousers, and then raising the other he lost
his balance somehow, got himself tangled up, and went down with a bang.

"Oh, bother the old trousers!" he cried angrily, as he scrambled up.
"Here, I don't know what we are going to do."

"Don't you? Well, I do. It's plain enough that the great brute has
been wandering about till he found his way here."

"But how did he get in?" cried Singh jumpily and with a good deal of
catching of the breath, for in his haste he kept on getting into
difficulties with his buttons and the holes through which they ought to
have passed.

"Well, I don't know," said Glyn; "but I should say he tramped along
yonder under the wall till he came to where the hedge had been mended
up, and then walked through."

"Well, suppose he did," said Singh angrily. "What difference does that
make? You see what a mess we are in. You are always pretending to give
me good advice; now one is in regular trouble you don't say a word."

"Yes, I did," cried Glyn, who was also hastily dressing. "Not give you
advice! Why, didn't I just now tell you I was quite sure the Doctor
would not let you keep him for a pet?"

"Look here," snarled Singh, "you'll make me angry directly," and he
glanced viciously at his water-jug.

"Can't," cried Glyn. "You're so cross now I c