She, however, had not a single doubt of it.
The time seemed endless.

Again and again the little cuckoo in the hall clock came out to call the hour, the quarters and halves.

At last there was a patter of big soft paws on the porch, and Lloyd springing to the door, met Hero on the threshold.

Something large and gray was in his mouth.
"Oh, Papa Jack!" she cried.

"He's found him! Hero's found him! This is the Majah's Alpine hat.