Betty, regarding the new arrival with considerable
interest. "I never met him, but his uncle was such a good friend to us
once."

"I know Dr. Randolph, too," said Marjorie; "he took us to New Haven in
his car to see the game last Saturday. He is very kind."

"Kind!" repeated Betty, with shining eyes; "he is more than kind, he is
wonderful. He cured my brother, and made him walk, when he had been a
cripple all his life."

Marjorie gave a little gasp, and some of the color went out of her face.

"Tell me about it," she said, clasping her hands, and regarding her new
acquaintance with such an eager expression in her eyes, that Betty was
quite startled.

"It was before we went back to England," she said. "We were living here
in New York, and Winifred Hamilton and her father and mother had an
apartment in the same house. My mother was taken very ill, and Winifred
went for Lulu Bell's father, whom you know is a doctor. He was very good
to us, and while attending mother he became very much interested in my
brother, who was nine years old then, and had never walked a step since
he was born. He brought Dr. Randolph to see Jack, and he felt sure
something could be done for him, and persuaded Mother to let him be
taken to a hospital. Mother consented, and Dr. Randolph performed a
wonderful operation."

"And does your brother walk now?" Marjorie asked almost breathlessly.

"There he is," said Betty, smiling, and pointing to a tall boy of
thirteen, who was standing near the door, talking to Winifred Hamilton.
"You would never believe that he was a helpless cripple only four years
ago, would you?" she added proudly.

"No, indeed," said Marjorie; "it seems very wonderful. Do you suppose
Dr. Randolph often performs such operations?"

"I think so. Dr. Bell says he is one of the finest surgeons in the
country. Why are you so much interested? Do you know some one who is a
cripple, too?"

"Yes," said Marjorie, with a sigh. "It's my aunt; she had a terrible
accident eight years ago, and has never walked since. But she is away in
Arizona; we could never ask Dr. Randolph to go all that distance to see
her."

"No, I suppose not," Betty admitted regretfully, "but couldn't your aunt
be brought here to him? I know people come from all parts of the country
to consult him. There was a little girl at the hospital when Jack was
there, who had been brought all the way from Texas."

Marjorie thought of the long three-days journey, and o