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.
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