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 captain said to the older ones, “Now you may close the door, my dears, and get yourselves dressed and ready for the duties and pleasures of the day.  I shall be in presently for our usual chat before breakfast.”

They made haste with their dressing, and were quite ready for their father when he came in some half hour later.  They were very light-hearted and gay and full of gratitude for all they had received.

“Dear papa, you are so good to us,” they said, twining their arms about his neck, as they sat one upon each knee.

“I want to be,” he said, caressing them in turn, “I have no greater pleasure than I find in making my children happy.  And your grateful appreciation of my efforts makes me very happy.”

“But, papa, I—­” began Lulu, then paused hesitatingly.

“Well, daughter, don’t be afraid to let me know the thought in your mind,” he said kindly.

“I was just wondering why it’s right for me to have so many other things, and would be wrong for me to have that ring I wanted so badly.  But please, papa,” she added quickly and with a vivid blush, “don’t think I mean to be naughty about it, or want you to spend any more money on me.”

“No, dear child, I could not think so ill of you.  I did not think it right or wise to buy you the ring, because it would have been spending a great deal for something quite useless, and very unsuitable for my little girl.  The things I have given you I considered it right to buy because they will all be useful to you in one way or another.”

“The games and storybooks, papa?” asked Grace with a look of surprise.

“Yes, daughter; people—­and especially little folks like Max and Lulu and you—­need amusement as a change and rest from work; we can do all the more work in the end if we take time for needed rest and recreation.”