the gatepost as he drove by. Three toys fell out, and what do you suppose they were?”
“An aunbile!”
“An elphunt!”
“A typewriter!”
“Yes, that's quite right. And it happened that the chipmunk was out that night, digging up some nuts for his Christmas dinner, a little sad because he had no presents to give his children; and he found the three toys. He took them home to the little chipmunks, and they were tremendously pleased. That was only fair, because if it hadn't been for the chipmunk and his radio set, no one would have had any toys that Christmas.”
“Did Santa Claus have any more typewriters in his bag?” asked Yelpers gravely.
“Oh, yes, he had plenty more of everything. And when he got to the house where Groups and Bunks and Yelpers lived, he slid down the chimney and took a look round. He didn't see any crumbs on the floor, or any toys lying about not put away, so he filled the stockings with all kinds of lovely things, and an aunbile and an elphunt and a typewriter.”
“What did the puppies say?” they inquired.
