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Dazzling lights shone in the Elephant’s one eye that was not in the drift. He saw a big auto come to a stop just the other side of the snowdrift. And Mr. Dunn, for he it was, jumped out.

“Oh, now I’ll be all right, I guess!” joyfully thought the poor Elephant.

Mr. Dunn stalked through the snow, until he was close to the drift. The headlights on the car made it almost as bright as if the moon had shone.

“Ah, there he is!” cried Archie’s father.

A moment later he caught hold of one of the Elephant’s hind legs and pulled him from the drift.

“Here’s Archie’s Elephant!” exclaimed Mr. Dunn. “Not hurt a bit! Only some snow on him, but that will brush off. I’m glad that man at the garage saw my open door, or I’d never have known I had lost the Elephant. Now for home!”

A moment later the Elephant was put back into the auto with the other Christmas toys.

“I’ll cover them with a blanket to keep the snow from blowing in on them through the broken window,” said Mr. Dunn to himself. The Elephant was glad of this, for he felt very cold.

Then back started the auto, and it was so warm and cozy under the blanket that the Elephant almost fell asleep. He wanted to talk to the other toys, and tell them what had happened, but he did not dare do this with Mr. Dunn on the front seat.

At last the car turned into the drive of a handsome country place. Mr. Dunn tooted the horn, a door of the house opened, letting out a stream of light, and a boy’s voice cried:

“You’re late, Daddy!”

“Yes, I ran into a snowdrift. But now listen to me, Archie! You go inside and keep out of the way until I bring in some things.”

“Oh, Daddy! What you going to bring in?” cried a small boy.

“Never mind now. They aren’t for you to see–just yet. Besides, they are covered with snow, for some came in through the broken window, and I don’t want you to catch cold. Go hide yourself, Archie, until I call you to come.”

Archie laughed and went into another room, away from the front hall, and then Mr. Dunn carried in many bundles, including the Stuffed Elephant, which was not closely wrapped in paper, as were some of the others.

“Oh! From Santa Claus! For Archie!” whispered Mrs. Dunn.

“Hush!” cautioned her husband. “He might hear! I’ll take the things up to the attic to stay there until Santa Claus says it’s time to put them under the tree at Christmas.”

So the Elephant was carried up to the attic. It was a queer, old, dusty place, and when the Elephant had been put on the floor, with some other toys, Mr. Dunn went downstairs and closed the door.

At first the Elephant did not know where he was. But he soon saw the moonlight streaming in through a window, and he noticed the other toys about him.

“Hello, there! Who are you?” asked a creaking voice, and near the Elephant a big wheel of wood began slowly turning. “Anybody want a ride?” asked the Wheel. “I’m a spinner, I am, and I’m making believe I’m a Merry-Go-Round! Any one want a ride?”

“Dear me! What a strange place an attic is,” thought the Stuffed Elephant. “It isn’t as nice as the toy shop, but still maybe I can have some fun. I wonder if I could ride on that wheel? I’m afraid I’m too big. But I could try. I may never have another chance, and—-“

But before the Elephant could ask the Spinning Wheel how to get on, all at once there was a banging noise in one corner of the attic, and a voice cried:

“Make way! Stand aside! Here I come!”

“My! I wonder who this is. Not a Lion I hope,” thought the Elephant.

CHAPTER IV

CHRISTMAS FUN

Since there were no real persons up in the attic–no boys or girls or grown folks–to spy around, the toys and other things in the dusty top of the house could do as they pleased. The toys could pretend to come to life, and even such a thing as a Spinning Wheel could whirl about and speak.