Mr. Grayson's claim to greatness lay in his invention of a magic hair restorer. Mrs. Grayson was remarkable for nothing so much as for the curious manner in which her brain worked. She was never able to set her mind on whatever she happened to be doing. One morning, she took her small son, who was the pride and hope of the family, off on a shopping tour. After making a few purchases in a drug store, Mrs. Grayson opened her pocketbook and took out a roll of bills. Then she looked in the pocketbook again. Her money was gone. The excitement which intervened between the time that she made this horrifying discovery and the time that the drug clerk pointed out to her that she was still holding the money in her right hand, was so intense that Mrs. Grayson swept out of the store with never a thought about the baby. By the time she reached home, she had completely forgotten that she had taken the baby with her. Hence when she looked for the infant upon her return and found no trace of it about the house, she immediately jumped to the conclusion that it had been stolen. Hectic times followed. While Mr. and Mrs. Grayson tore frantically about town, the baby was found by one of the policemen who had been detailed to search for it. To keep it out of mischief until the family returned, the Grayson's maid placed the child in a large packing case. A considerable quantity of Mr. Grayson's wonderful tonic had been spilled in the packing case that very morning. When the child was restored to its mother's arms, it rejoiced in a mustache and beard that a man of forty might have envied. It was a great advertisement for the hair tonic, anyway.