friends round about would be ready for me with, "I told you so"
and "I knew it couldn't be done" and a lot of gratuitous
information like that.

But I gave up, nevertheless, deeply disappointed to think that
once again I had failed to be cured of stammering, yet all the
while resolving just as firmly as ever that I would try again and
that I would never give up hope as long as there remained anything
for me to do.

And this rule I followed out, month after month and year after
year, until in the end I was richly rewarded for my patience and
persistence.





CHAPTER V

FURTHER FUTILE ATTEMPTS TO BE CURED


The next summer I decided to visit eastern institutions for the
cure of stammering and determine if these could do any more for me
than had already been done-which as the reader has seen, was
practically nothing. I bought a ticket for Philadelphia, where I
remained for some time, and where I gained more information of
value than in all of my previous efforts combined.