But when she gets home a disappointment awaits her. Alfy is asleep, fast asleep, and must on no account be disturbed, for sleep is his best medicine.
"But I want so to give him these things," and Elsie clasps tightly her armful of treasures.
"You shall give them him to-morrow," Mother promises, and Elsie has to be content.
When to-morrow dawns, Elsie can hardly wait to be dressed, so anxious is she to go to Alfy and present the soldier doll and the rest of the things.
Nurse is so slow this morning, Elsie really cannot wait; and whilst Nurse turns to the drawer to pull out her clean frock, Elsie toddles quickly out of the nursery, and runs to Alfy's room. She can hardly reach the door, but manages somehow to stand on tip-toe and turn the handle.
"There, Alfy! See!" she cries gayly, as she runs up to his cot. "All these are for you!"
Alfy is better, and quite able to enjoy his presents, which are spread out on his white quilt, and Elsie stands by, quite satisfied with his pleasure.
"What have you got?" he asks at last, as, somewhat tired, he leans back on his pillows.
"Nothing," says Elsie promptly, "'cause I have the fun of giving, you know."