Willy laid down his spoon and stared at him, but he said nothing.

"I don't see what you were thinking of not to plan to stay longer in
the first place," said aunt Annie. "I don't like it much." She made
believe to pout her pretty lips.

"Well," said uncle Frank, "I'll send for that coat right away this
morning, so you'll be sure to get it to-morrow night."

"Yes," said Grandpa, "I'd like to hev it to wear to meetin'. Mother
thinks my old one ain't just fit."

"No, it ain't," spoke up Grandma. "It does well enough when you're at
home, where folks know you, but it's different among strangers. An'
you've got to have it next week, anyhow."

Willy looked up at his grandmother. "Grandma," said he tremblingly,
"ain't we going home to-morrow?"

"Why, bless the child!" said she. "I forgot he didn't know. We talked
about it last night after he'd gone to bed."

Then she explained. They were going to stay another week. Next week
Wednesday, Grandpa and Grandma Perry had been married twenty-five
years, and they were going to have a silver wedding. So they were
going to remain and be present at it, and Grandpa was going to send
for his best coat to wear.

Willy looked so radiant that they all laughed, and uncle Frank said he