enough to leave the kids at home, knowing as we do how
mischievous they are."

They were shut in this pen three days and were growing heartily sick
of the monotony of walking around their small yard in the daytime and
being shut in a stuffy little room at night with the other goats who
paid little attention to them.

"If that fence were not so very high, I could jump it," said Billy
Junior. "But should I try and fail, I might fall back on the long,
sharp spikes and hang there."

"Or if only the bars were not so close together, we would starve
ourselves and squeeze through," remarked Daisy.

"Or dig under," suggested Nannie, "if the bars did not go down into
the ground so far."

"Oh my, oh my, oh me! Isn't this life awful, with nothing to do but
wander around this old yard where the grass is all tramped down and
burnt by the hot sun, with people walking by and looking at you all
the time? Only an occasional kind-hearted person gives you a peanut or
the core of an apple," grumbled Billy Junior.

"I wish your father were here," said Nannie. "When everything looked
hopeless, he always found a way out."

"So do we wish he was here," chimed in Daisy and Billy Junior.

"Mercy sakes alive!" exclaimed Daisy the next moment. "See where those
kids are! In the elephant yard!" and she jumped to her feet and ran to
the fence which separated the yard where the goats were confined from
that of the elephants. "How did you two get over there?" she asked
severely. "Come straight out of that yard! The elephants may not like
kids and kill you."

"You are perfectly correct, madame," said an elephant. "I dislike
goats of all kinds, and so would you if in my place. Forced to live
month in and month out next to a goat pen where the disagreeable odor
all goats have is carried to my nostrils until I am sick from it and
cannot eat is far from pleasant."

"Did I hear you say," said Billy Junior, stepping up beside his wife,
"that you do not like the smell of goats?"

[Illustration]

"That is exactly what I _did_ say," replied the elephant. "And I will
repeat it if you wish me to do so."

"Oh, don't take the trouble! Saying it once is enough. But allow me to
inform you that the odor of a goat is as sweet to the nostrils as
roses and lilies compared to the odor from an elephant. That
resembles the smell from a garbage pile!"

Now Billy Junior had done it! The elephant became enraged and tried to
break down the fence between them. W