"That's a gain of nearly four
hundred!"
They gazed at him in silent wonder. Then Uncle John rose slowly and took
the boy's hand.
"That means we've won--and won in a walk," said the little man.
"Kenneth, we congratulate you."
Patsy's face was buried in her handkerchief, and Beth's great eyes were
bright with unshed tears. But Louise laughed her soft, musical laugh and
remarked:
"Why, I knew all the time we would win. We had the better candidate, you
see."
"And the best campaign managers," added Uncle John, with a proud smile.
"That may be true," admitted Beth. "But the thing that really won the
fight was Patsy's sore tooth."
CHAPTER XXII
THE AWAKENING
James and Mr. Burke met the great specialist in brain diseases at the
noon train on Wednesday and drove him to Elmhurst.
Dr. Hoyt was a handsome, gray-haired man, with kindly eyes and a
distinguished manner. When he was ushered into the library the young
ladies were attracted by the physician at once, and from the first
glance were inspired by confidence in his powers. Yet Dr. Hoyt spoke
rather doubtfully of the case in hand.
"These cases are not so rare as you might suppose," he said; "yet no two
of them are exactly alike.
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