She said they would last till the trunk came; but that as soon as ever it did I must open it and take out a little box was in it for you. The very, very moment. I must mind my mamma, mustn't I?"
"Yes, child, I suppose so," he slowly returned.
Mr. Smith was now in his reclining chair, with his inflamed foot stretched out in momentary comfort. He spoke gently, rather sadly, in fact, as he added:
"My child, you may open your trunk. I will never counsel you to do anything against your mother's wishes. She seems to be a sensible woman. But there has been a mistake which I cannot understand. I am Joseph Smith. I have lived in this house for many years, and it is the street and number which is written on the tag you showed me. Do you understand me, so far?"
"Course. Why not?"
"Very well. I'm sorry to tell you that I have no twin brother, no 'sister Helen,' and no niece anywhere in this world. I have many
