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“Oh, dear!” whispered the Elephant to himself, for he went toppling, legs over head, out through a broken window of the car. Into a deep snowdrift stuck the poor Stuffed Elephant.

“Oh, this is terrible!” sighed the toy. “Oh, I am freezing to death!”

CHAPTER III

UP IN THE ATTIC

Banging puffing, and grinding noises sounded all about the Stuffed Elephant. Around him swirled the white flakes of snow, but he could hardly see them, for part of his head, part of his trunk, and one eye were stuck in the drift.

Mr. Dunn’s automobile had lurched to one side as Archie’s father tried to send it through a big, white drift. And the noise was made by the motor, or engine, of the car, working its best to force the car ahead. The glass window of the automobile had broken as it tipped to one side, a piece of ice flying through.

And it was through the broken window that the Stuffed Elephant had been tossed, right out into a snowdrift!

“Oh, but it’s so cold! So cold!” said the Elephant, shivering.

Of course it was cold up at the North Pole where Santa Claus has his workshop, and there was more snow and ice than near Archie’s home. But up there the Elephant had been inside the warm shop, just as he had been kept in the warm toy store, and, until a few minutes ago, in the warm auto.

“Well, I guess I’ll have to back up and go around another way,” said Mr. Dunn, after a while. “I can’t make my machine go through that snowdrift. No use trying! I’ll upset if I do! Hello, one of the windows is broken, too! I’m sorry about that, but I can go on with a broken window, which I couldn’t do if I had a broken wheel. And I guess the toys won’t take cold. Yes, I must back up and go home by another road.”

Starting the car slowly, Mr. Dunn backed it out of the drift. The front wheels and the radiator, where the water is, were covered with masses of white flakes, but aside from the broken window no damage had been done.

“I’d better hurry home, too,” said Mr. Dunn, talking to himself, a way some jolly men have. “It’s snowing worse, and I don’t want to be kept out here all night. I want to get back with the Christmas presents. Archie will surely like that Stuffed Elephant.”

And then, never thinking that the Elephant had been tossed out of the broken window into a bank of snow, Mr. Dunn started his car off on another road, leaving the poor Elephant stuck in the drift.

“Oh, this is dreadful! Terrible!” thought the Elephant. “I am freezing to death! Santa Claus wanted me to have adventures, but none like this, I’m sure! What shall I do?”

If the Elephant had only been allowed to come to life and call out when Mr. Dunn was around all would have been well. For, though Archie’s father might have been surprised at hearing a toy speak, he never would have gone away and left it in the snow.

But the toy Elephant did not dare call out, though, now that no one could see him, he pretended to come to life and began to struggle to get out of the snow. It was getting dark, and growing colder, and even a toy Elephant does not like to be left all night in a snowdrift.

“Oh, if only I can pull my trunk out and get the snow from my left eye, maybe I can see which path Mr. Dunn took and follow him home,” thought the Elephant. “I don’t want to stay here alone! It is dark, and no human eyes can see me moving. I must get out!”

He struggled and wiggled, but he seemed to be sinking deeper into the snow instead of getting out. Down, down, down into the white flakes sank the poor Stuffed Elephant, farther and farther, down–down–down—-