pink junket. Little Elephant put his trunk in and took big gulps of it and let it slide delightfully down his throat.
Just as he had finished the last mouthful and was settling back in his pillows, he heard a fire-engine go tearing down the street, with its siren blowing "r-r-r-r-R-R-R-R-R-r-r-r-r! r-r-r-r-R-R-R-R-r-r-r-r!"
So he hopped out of bed and bounced over to the window to see if he could catch a glimpse of the hook-and-ladder, or perhaps the fire itself.
By this time he had jumped around so much that his bed was all pulled out at the bottom.
Altogether Mother Elephant had a dreadful time trying to keep Little Elephant quietly in bed and attend to her baking in the kitchen.
But the next morning was Saturday, and Little Elephant leaped out of bed and ran to the cupboard. He took down their own big thermometer, gave it a shake and put it in his mouth. After he had kept it under his tongue for quite a while he looked at it.
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