night train, and come down here and explain. And, to tell the truth,
I wanted to come myself--I felt as if we owed it to the poor little
chappie."

Uncle Frank's own voice sounded husky. The thought of all the
suffering that poor little innocent boy had borne was not a pleasant
one.

Everything that could be done to atone to Willy was done. He was loved
and praised and petted, as he had never been before; in a little while
he seemed as well and happy as ever.

The next Christmas Grandpa Perry sent a beautiful little gold watch to
him, and he was so delighted with it that his father said, "He doesn't
worry a bit now about the trouble he had in Exeter. That watch doesn't
seem to bring it to mind at all. How quickly children get over things.
He has forgotten all about it."

But Willy Norton had not forgotten all about it. He was just as happy
as ever. He had entirely forgiven Grandma Perry for her mistake. Next
summer he was going to Exeter again and have a beautiful time; but a
good many years would pass, and whenever he looked at that little gold
watch, he would see double. It would have for him a background of his
grandfather's best coat.

Innocence and truth can feel the shadow of unjust suspicion when
others can no longer see it.