She had Willy's little yellow cane in her hand, and she looked as if
she did not know whether to laugh or cry.

"It's found!" she cried out, "it's found! Oh! where is he? He left his
cane, poor little boy!"

Then she really sank into a chair and began to cry. There were
exclamations and questions and finally they arrived at the solution of
the mystery.

Poor little Willy had not done anything with Grandpa's coat. Mrs.
Perry had not given it to him. She had--given it to another boy.

"Last night about seven o'clock," said uncle Frank. "Mr. Gilbert
Hammond brought it into the store. It seems he sent his boy, who is
just about Willy's age, and really looks some like him, for a bundle
he expected to come by express. The boy was to have some shoes in it.

"I suppose mother caught a glimpse of him, and very likely she didn't
have on her glasses, and can't see very well without them, and she
thought he was Willy. She was changing her dress, too, and I dare
say only opened the door a little way. Then the Hammond boy's got a
grandfather, and the shoes and the whole thing hung together.

"Mr. Hammond said he meant to have brought the bundle back before, but
they had company come the next day, and it was overlooked.

"Father and mother both came running over the minute they heard of
it, and nothing would suit Annie but we should start right off on the