At the first blast Mother Elephant cried, "Oh dear," and pulled the covers over her head. "Eek!" piped Grandpa Elephant, and flapped his ears shut. "Ho-ho-ho!" laughed Father Elephant. He liked the horn and wanted to blow it himself.
Again and again Little Elephant poked his trunk down into his stocking and pulled out games and toys and red apples, and lollypops wrapped up in colored papers. His stocking grew thinner and thinner.
Now there was just one thing left, right in the very tiptoe of his stocking. He could hardly reach it. He wriggled and wriggled his trunk away down inside the long, empty stocking.
There—he had hold of the thing at last. What could it be? He saw Mother Elephant and Father Elephant winking at each other. Grandpa Elephant held the toe of the stocking while Little Elephant pulled out the package. He tore it open.
A wrist watch! A big, round, shiny brass wrist watch with a fine leather strap! Little Elephant bounced up and down on the bed when he saw it. Then he held it up to his ear, "Tick-tick-tick!" Yes,
