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But stranger things than that are going to happen, I promise you!

“Be careful, Geraldine! Be careful!” suddenly cried Angelina, as her sister arose from stooping over the box, and started toward the shelves with an armful of toys.

“What’s the matter?”

“Why, you nearly stepped on the Stuffed Elephant!”

“Oh, I’m glad that it didn’t really happen! We have only one toy like him, and it would never do to have him crushed all out of shape before he is sold for Christmas. I forgot that we left him standing on the floor. Gracious, but he’s a big fellow!” she exclaimed.

“I’ll lift him up on the shelf,” Angelina said.

She picked up the Stuffed Elephant. Really he was one of the largest toys that had ever come from the workshop of Santa Claus. And he was a very finely made toy, only the best cotton and cloth having been used.

“Does he squeak?” asked Geraldine, as she saw her sister set the creature with trunk and tusks on a broad shelf.

“Squeak? Goodness, of course not! What made you think that?”

“Well, some of the toy animals have a squeaker inside them, and make a noise when you press it. I was thinking perhaps the elephant had a squeaker.”

“No. If he had anything he would have a sort of trumpet in him,” said Angelina. “Real elephants make a trumpeting noise through their trunks, but of course a stuffed one can’t!”

“Oh, ho! You just wait until it gets dark and this toy shop is closed!” whispered the Stuffed Elephant to himself. “Then I’ll show you whether I can trumpet or not. Though I forgot. I can’t show you nor let you hear, it isn’t allowed. But after the store is closed we’ll have some fun!”

Toy after toy was taken from the big packing box. There were Sawdust Dolls, Candy Rabbits, Tin Soldiers, Plush Bears and a Monkey on a Stick–just like other toys of the same name who had had many adventures, and about whom stories like this have been written.

As the toys were taken out of the box they were placed on the shelves in Mr. Mugg’s store. This was in a back room, for the toys had yet to be sorted and looked over, to make sure each one was all right, before they were put in the front part of the store to be sold.

Mr. Mugg had a larger and finer store than the one before the fire, when the China Cat had so nearly been melted by the great heat. And, having a larger store, Mr. Mugg bought larger Christmas playthings, such as the Stuffed Elephant.

Finally all the new toys were taken from the box and placed around on the shelves. While Angelina and Geraldine had been doing this, their father was in the front part of the store, waiting on customers. After a bit, when it grew dark outside, and the lights were lit inside the store, Mr. Mugg locked the front door and came back into the rear room.

“I think we have worked enough for to-day,” the toy man told his daughters. “We will wait until to-morrow before looking over the new things and marking prices on them. I am tired and want to go to bed.”

“Good!” thought the Stuffed Elephant. “That is, I’m not glad Mr. Mugg is tired,” he went on, in his thoughts; “but I’m glad he is going to bed so I can move about and talk to some of my toy friends. It’s been no fun to be shut up in that box ever since I came from the shop of Santa Claus.”

A little later the store was in darkness, except for a small light burning near the safe, so the passing policeman could look and see that no burglars were breaking into it.

“Hello, everybody!” suddenly called the Stuffed Elephant, waving his trunk around in the air. “How are you all?”

“Who is that speaking?” asked a Nodding Donkey, a toy whose head kept moving all the while, as it was fastened on a pivot.