More and more oats poured down, for Archie still held open the door, and at last the poor Doll was covered from sight, as was the Elephant.
And it was now that Archie and Elsie came racing down the stairs. Archie called:
"Jake! Jake! Come here! Where are you? Oh, my Elephant is in the oat bin, and so is Elsie's Doll, and we've got to get 'em out!"
"What's that? Elsie in the oat bin?" cried Jake, who had just come back to the barn.
"No, not Elsie, but her Doll!" shouted Archie. "And so is my Stuffed Elephant."
"Well, that isn't so bad as if one of you children were in the bin," replied Jake. "I'll help you, though. Show me which bin."
Archie told what he had done, and when Jake opened the bin on the lower floor it was brim full and running over with oats.
"You surely let down enough grain," said Jake.
"How are you going to get my Doll?" Elsie asked.
"And my Elephant?" added Archie.