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----
Knowing nothing of having lost the fine new Elephant out of his auto,
Mr. Dunn went along by an easier road, where there were not so many
drifts. He was driving past a garage when a man outside called:
"Hey, mister! Your car door is open!"
"I guess you mean the window is broken, don't you?" asked Archie's
father. "I know about that, thank you. I ran into a drift."
"No, your door is wide open, and is swinging to and fro," the garage man
went on. "It may bang against something and break off. Wait a minute and
I'll close it for you."
Mr. Dunn had slowed his car as the man called to him, and now he brought
it to a stop.
"So the door is open, is it?" Mr. Dunn asked. "Well, that's too bad. I
didn't know about that. It must have come open after the glass was
broken. And if the door is open some of the things may have fallen out.
I'd better get down and take a look."
And no sooner had Mr. Dunn looked within the car than he cried:
"The Elephant is gone!"
"Elephant!" exclaimed the garage man. "Elephant?"
"Surely! An Elephant I was taking home to my boy Archie," went on Mr.
Dunn. "I had the Elephant in the car and----"
"Oh, my!" cried the garage man, backing away, and nearly falling into a
snowdrift himself. "Do you mean to tell me you had an _elephant_ in that
machine?"
"Oh, I see what you're thinking of! You mean a real elephant, and I'm
speaking of the Stuffed Elephant that I bought in the toy store. It's a
toy Elephant that is lost," Mr. Dunn explained.
"Oh, that's different!" laughed the man. "I was wondering how a real
elephant could get inside your car--unless he was a baby one."
"No, this was a toy one," said Mr. Dunn. "And I think I know where he
must have slipped out--back at the big drift where I broke the glass of
the door, trying to smash my way through. I'll go back there and see if
I can find Archie's Christmas present."
Back through the storm drove Mr. Dunn. The snow was coming down thicker
and faster, and the wind was piling it into more drifts. It was dark,
too, but the headlights on the car made the road bright enough,
especially on account of the white snow, for Mr. Dunn to see his way.
Soon he was back again at the same drift which had made him turn about
and take another road.
"Now to find that Elephant," said Mr. Dunn.
All this while the Stuffed Elephant had been trying to wiggle out of the
snowdrift. But, not being used to such work, he was not having very good
luck. The snow was soft, and the more he wiggled the deeper in he sank.
"Oh, dear!" sighed the poor Elephant. "What am I going to do? The
snowflakes are getting in my trunk! And they tickle me and make me want
to sneeze. It's no fun to be in a snowdrift. I used to like to look at
them through the window in the shop of Santa Claus, but they're prettier
to look at than to be in.
"If only a lot of the Nodding Donkeys and four or five of the White
Rocking Horses were here now, they could pull me out of this drift,"
went on the Elephant. "But they aren't, and I'll have to help myself. I
wonder if I gave a trumpet or two through my trunk whether that would do
any good?"
He was just about to try it when, all at once, he heard a noise.
"That sounds like an automobile," thought the Elephant. "I daren't move
or trumpet if any real folks are around. I'll have to stay quiet and
then--oh, then I'll sink deeper into the snow!"
Just then a man's voice said:
"It was right here I ran into the drift. The Elephant must be somewhere
about here."
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.