"Very nice," commented Lulu, and she and Grace, both talking at once,
gave a gleeful account of their discoveries in searching their
stockings.

They had hardly finished their narrative when a glad shout from the
nursery interrupted them.

"There! little Elsie has found her stocking, I do believe," said Lulu,
starting up to a sitting posture that she might look through the open
door into the next room. As she did so a tiny toddling figure clothed in
a white night dress, and with a well filled stocking in its arms emerged
from the nursery door and ran across the room to the bedside, crying
gleefully, "See mamma, papa, Elsie got."

"What have you got pet?" asked her father, picking her up and setting
her in the bed. "There, pull out the things and let papa and mamma see
what they are."

"Mayn't we come and see too?" asked the other children.

"Yes," he said, "you can come and peep in at the door, but first put on
your warm slippers and dressing gowns, that you may not take cold."

Baby Elsie was a merry, demonstrative little thing, and it was great fun
for them all to watch her and hear her shouts of delight as she came
upon one treasure after another;--tiny, gaily dressed dolls of both
sexes, and other toys suited to her years.

It did not take her very long to empty the stocking, and then the