Mrs. Rogers followed the tale with intelligent understanding, and her joy at the discovery of her wandering child was only tempered by the fear that Lucy would never know her mother again or be content to remain in her humble home.

Then Dr. Hoyt took up the conversation and related the many instances of complete recovery that had come under his observation.

“I am adopting heroic methods in this case,” said he, “but I have reasonable hopes of their success.  Your child doubtless became mentally confused while under this roof.  How many hours she wandered, we do not know, but it could not have been long before she lay down by the roadside and fell asleep.  When she awakened her mind was a blank as regards her identity and former history.  Now, in order to effect a recovery, I have reversed these experiences with her.  She is at present plunged into a deep sleep, under the influence of narcotics that have rendered her brain absolutely inactive.  It is really a state of coma, and I wish her to waken in this house, amid the scenes with which she was formerly familiar.  By this means I hope to induce her mental faculties to resume their normal functions.”

Mrs. Rogers accepted this proposal with calmness and a confidence in the physician that was admirable.  Old Will trembled with nervous excitement, and was so “flustered” by the importance of the experiment that Dr. Hoyt decided to give him a quieting potion.

Lucy’s room was prepared in the exact manner in which she had left it, and presently the visitors drove back to Elmhurst.

In the evening the doctor made the journey a second time, accompanying the unconscious form of Lucy, which was attended by a maid Louise had sent with her.

The girl was undressed and put to bed in her own room, and then everyone except Dr. Hoyt returned to Elmhurst.

The physician sat late in conversation with the blind woman and old Will, and when they retired for the night he lay down upon a lounge in the little living-room.  The question of fees or of comfort was wholly ignored by the specialist at the moment.  His sole interest was in his remarkable case.

Mrs. Rogers rose at daylight and with old Will’s assistance prepared the breakfast.  The little table was set in the humble living-room, and the fragrant odor of coffee pervaded the house.  Dr. Hoyt drank a cup and then stepped out upon the little porch, taking a position of observation by the window.

“All right, Nell,” muttered old Will, his knees knocking together, in spite of himself.

Mrs. Rogers rose quietly and walked to the foot of the stairs.

“Lucy!  Lucy!” she called.

“Yes!” came a faint reply.

“Breakfast is ready!”

Then the two old people sat in suppressed excitement for what seemed to them an age.  But the physician, calmly stationed at the window, knew it was not very long.

Presently a light step sounded upon the stairs and Lucy came into the room.