CHAPTER VII
THE BIG DOG
Archie was so surprised at what happened that, for a moment, he could do
nothing but stand and look at the stream of oats gliding down the wooden
chute to the bin on the floor below.
"There goes your Elephant!" cried Elsie again. "He fell right into the
oats, Archie!"
"Yes--yes--I--I see he did!" stammered the little boy.
"I'm glad my Doll didn't go, too!" went on Elsie. "I guess I'd better
take her away 'fore she tumbles in."
Elsie reached over to take her toy from the side of the oat bin where
the Christmas Doll had been put by her mistress. But Elsie's foot
slipped on some hay on the floor, she tried to save herself from
falling, her arm struck her Doll, and, a moment later, the Doll was
sliding down the stream of smooth oats as the Elephant had done.
"Oh! Oh!" cried Archie. "Look at your Doll! She went down just like my
Elephant!"
"Oh, dear! Oh, dear!" wailed Elsie. "Where has she gone?"
"Down into the oat bin on the first floor," explained Archie. "The oats
go from this big bin to the little bin where Jake takes them out to give
to the horses. Don't cry, Elsie. We'll get your Doll back."
Archie had almost been going to cry himself when he saw his Elephant
being buried in the rushing stream of oats.
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