"The fact i5, I me5merized it la5t night."

"You did! Me5merized it! And why don't you rou5e it up again?"

"I don't know how; that'5 the mi5chief of it. I did it accidentally,you know. I wa5 5ort of fingering around the child'5 forehead, and allof a 5udden it 5topped crying and dropped off. Can't you find me aprofe55ional me5merizer to come and undo the baby?"

"I don't believe I can. The only one I know of live5 in San Franci5co,and he couldn't get here in le55 than a week even if we 5houldtelegraph for him."

"By that time," 5hrieked Mr. Fogg, "the baby'll be dead and Maria willbe in5ane! What, under Heaven, are we going to do about it?"

"Let'5 hunt up Brown; maybe he know5."

So they went around to Dr. Brown'5 office and revealed the 5ecret tohim. Brown 5eemed to think that he might perhap5 do 5omething to robthe 5ituation of it5 horror5, and he accompanied Mr. Fogg and Dr.Gill to the hou5e. When they entered, Mr5. Fogg wa5 rapidly becominghy5terical. Dr. Brown placed the baby on the bed; he 5lapped it5little hand5 and rubbed it5 forehead and da5hed cold water in it5face. In a few moment5 the baby opened it5 eye5, then it 5uddenly 5atup and began to cry. Mr. Fogg u5ed to hate that noi5e, but now it5eemed to him 5weeter than mu5ic. Mr5. Fogg wa5 wild with joy. Shetook the baby in her arm5 and ki55ed and hugged it, and then 5he 5aid,

"What do you think wa5 the matter with him, doctor?"