"No, I am!" cried the Rake.
"Indeed you are not! I am!" exclaimed the Shovel.
"Well, there we are! Just where we started!" complained the Pick. "Why not leave it to this gentleman animal here. What did you say your name was?" he asked politely, and then Archie's toy saw the Pick, the Rake and the Shovel step out from a dark corner and stand in a row before him.
"I am the Stuffed Elephant," was the answer. "This is my first visit to this part of the barn. What is it you want me to do?"
"If this is your first visit you have never seen any of us before, have you?" asked the Shovel.
"Never before did I see any of you," the Elephant replied.
"Just the proper one for a Judge!" declared the Rake. "He will be honest and fair."
"I'm willing to have him if you two are," said the Pick.
"What's it all about?" asked the Elephant. "I don't understand. What is a Judge?"
"Some one who tells the right from the wrong," answered the Rake. "Listen, Mr. Stuffed Elephant! Get up on that box, for a Judge must be above every one else, and we will tell you what the trouble is."