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“I thought Elephants were always afraid of mice,” said the Celluloid Doll, when she was having her ride.

“Pooh! Me afraid of a little mouse!” laughed the big Elephant. “I guess not! What made you think that?”

“It’s in some of the story books,” went on the tiny Celluloid Doll. “The story says real, live elephants are afraid of mice because they fear the tiny creatures will crawl up the nose holes in their trunks.”

“That may be all right for real, live elephants,” laughed the big, stuffed toy. “But I am only make-believe, you know, like the rest of you toys. The Rolling Mouse couldn’t get up my nose.”

“And if I could I wouldn’t, because you have been so kind to me,” squeaked the little mouse toy. “Next time I ride on your back I shall not be so afraid.”

“Would you like to ride now, Miss Mouse?” asked the Elephant, as he set down with his trunk a Fuzzy Duck who had just been given a ride around the shelf.

“Oh, no, thank you; not now,” answered the Mouse. “And I think it will soon be time for us to stop our make-believe fun. It will be morning in a little while, and you know we can’t talk or laugh or do anything in daylight, when Mr. Mugg and his daughters or any customers are in the store.”

“I hope the Elephant will have time to tell us a little of what has happened in North Pole Land since we came away,” said a Rocking Horse, who had been in the toy store a long time.

“Yes, do tell us!” begged the other playthings.

“I will,” said the Elephant.

So the Elephant, swaying on his four big legs, in the same way that real elephants do, told the latest news from the workshops of Santa Claus, whence he had lately come with the box of other toys.

“Is Santa Claus as jolly as ever?” asked a Tin Horse.

“Just as jolly!” replied the Elephant. “More so, if anything. His whiskers are a little longer, and his cheeks are a little redder, but that is all. I heard him tell some of his workmen, as they packed me in the box, that he hoped I’d like it down on Earth, among the boys and girls.”

“You’re sure to like it,” said the Nodding Donkey. “A brother of mine used to be in this store, and he was given to a boy who took very good care of him.”

“And a sister of yours is owned by a little girl named Dorothy,” a Cloth Rabbit said to the Sawdust Doll. “She has lovely fun, your sister has.”

“You’ll very likely go to some boy. It seems to me you are too big a toy for a little girl,” said the Calico Clown to the Stuffed Elephant.

“What will happen then?” the Elephant asked.

But just then Mr. Mugg came in to open the shop for the day, and the toys had to stop talking and pretend to be stiff and unable to move. They always had to be this way when any one looked at them.

“Well,” said Mr. Mugg, as he and his daughters began dusting the toys, ready for the day’s business, “Christmas is coming, and we shall soon be losing some of our toys.”

“You mean people will come in to buy them,” smiled Geraldine.

“Yes,” her father answered.

“Well, I hope this lovely, big Stuffed Elephant goes to some one who will take good care of him,” remarked Angelina, as she moved the big toy farther front on the shelf. “Oh, my!” she exclaimed. “His back is all dusty!”

“Dusty!” cried Geraldine. “Did you let him fall on the floor?”

“Indeed I did not! He hasn’t been off this shelf or moved since he was taken out of the box last night.”

“Then I wonder how this dust got on his back.”

“I haven’t the least idea,” answered Angelina. “But I’ll take it off with a brush.” This she did.