But this the Bear could not do.  The window had been pulled down and shut by the Jumping Jacks, and the hole Ski had breathed in the icy pane was too small for the Plush Bear to crawl through, even if he could have reached it.  He tried to call out, to make the toys inside hear him, so they might rescue him, but they had gone to sleep after their evening of fun.

So the Plush Bear had to stay out in the snow bank near the workshop of Santa Claus all night.  It was cold and dreary, but he made the best of it.

“When morning comes they will take me in,” he thought.  “The night can not last forever.”

CHAPTER IV

IN THE TOY SHOP

Slowly the night passed.  Well it was for the Plush Bear that he was warmly clad in such a warm coat, or he might have been frozen stiff.  As it was, his wheels and springs had to be oiled several times after his long night spent in a snowdrift.

In the morning Santa Claus and his men hurried into the workshop after breakfast.  There was a hum and a bustle, whistling and singing, and the sound of many tools being used.

“Lively, my merry men, lively!” cried Santa Claus, with a laugh, as he passed from bench to bench.  “I will soon make a trip to Earth, and I shall need many toys to take with me.  I want a big bagful to load into my sleigh.  My reindeer are waiting.  All I need is toys—­more toys—­all the toys you can make!”

“You shall have them, Santa Claus!  You shall have them!” cried the merry little men, and they began to work as fast as they could.

At one of the benches Santa Claus observed a little man looking about as though in search of something.  The little man moved his tools to one side, he shifted toys here and there, and then he looked under his bench.

“What are you looking for?” asked Santa Claus, as he passed up and down the aisles.

“Why, yesterday, I finished a fine Plush Bear,” answered the workman.  “I set it over here, but now it is gone.  You did not take it to Earth, did you?”

“Oh, no,” answered Santa Claus.  “I have not been to Earth for some time.  But I am going soon again.  Ha!  I know what may have happened,” he said suddenly.  “The windows were open yesterday.  The Plush Bear may have fallen out of the window!”

It did not take the workman more than an instant to raise the sash and poke out his head.  He looked down into the bank of snow under the window.

“Here he is!” he cried.  “Just as you thought, Santa Claus, the Plush Bear fell out of the window!  He isn’t hurt a bit!  I’ll get him back again.  Ho!  Ho!  My Plush Bear fell out of the window!”

Of course this didn’t happen at all, but it was the only way Santa Claus and his men could think of the accident having happened.  But we know about the little Eskimo boy, and how his father left the Plush Bear in the snow bank.