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Nip did not answer. This was not because he could not speak the toy language or the language of Stuffed Elephants. But Nip held Archie’s Christmas plaything in his mouth, and you know a dog can’t even bark when he has anything in his mouth. He can only growl.

Now, Nip was not a bad dog. And though he was playing a trick on the Stuffed Elephant, still Nip was not cross enough to do any growling. So he just kept still, and trotted along the barn floor, carrying the Elephant.

Nip, being a big dog, had no trouble in carrying the Stuffed Elephant, though the toy was rather large. Stuffed with cotton, as the Elephant was, he was not very heavy, you see.

“Stop! Oh, please let me go! Where are you taking me?” asked the Elephant again.

But Nip answered never a word. All the dog had said at first was:

“I am going to carry you away off!”

And he seemed to be doing this.

Through the barn he trotted with the Stuffed Elephant in his mouth. The Elephant had never been in this part of the barn before. Archie and Elsie never came here to play. It was too dark, and rather dusty and dirty, with cobwebs hanging down from the walls and ceiling.

Down the stairs trotted Nip, still carrying the Elephant. The dog trotted over to a dim and dusty corner, dropped the Christmas toy upside down on the floor and then barked:

“There you are! Now let’s see you find your way back! I’ll teach you to scare me by making believe your trunk is a snake!”

“Oh, but I didn’t do that! Really I didn’t!” exclaimed the Elephant, as he scrambled to his feet. He could move about and talk now, because no human eyes were there to watch him. “It was all an accident,” he went on. “The wind blew my trunk! I didn’t wave it at you to scare you by making you think it was a snake. Really I didn’t!”

“Yes, you did!” said Nip, and away he ran, soon being lost to sight in the darkness of this part of the barn.

For a little while the Stuffed Elephant stood there, swaying slowly to and fro, as real elephants do. He reached out with his trunk and gently touched the wooden walls. He could dimly see things all about him, but he did not know what they were.

“Oh, dear!” sighed the poor Stuffed Elephant. “I don’t like this at all! I wonder what I had better do?”

He was trying to think, and wondering if he could walk up the stairs and find his way back to the place where Archie had left him before Nip carried him away, when, suddenly, the Stuffed Elephant heard voices talking.

“Maybe he could settle it,” said one voice.

“Well, I’m willing to leave it to him if you are,” said a second.

“Who is he, anyhow?” asked a third voice.

“Oh, he’s some sort of animal,” went on the first voice. “He isn’t an angleworm, I know that much, but just what sort he is I don’t know. But he looks smart, and maybe he can settle this dispute for us.”

“I am a Stuffed Elephant, that’s who I am,” said Archie’s pet, speaking for himself. “And who are you, if you please? I can’t see any one, but I hear you talking. Who are you?”

“I am the Garden Shovel,” answered the first voice; “and I claim to be the most useful tool in all the world. Without me there never would be any garden, and things would not grow.”

“Nonsense!” exclaimed the second voice. “I am the Garden Rake, and I claim to be the most useful tool the gardener ever uses. Without me the ground would never be raked nice and smooth, so the seeds could be put in. I should get the prize for being the most useful.”

“How foolishly you talk!” put in the third voice. “Every one knows that I am entitled to the prize. Talk about shoveling the ground, and raking the ground! What can you two do by yourselves, or together, for that matter, if the ground is hard? Answer me that. You must send for me, you know you must!”