"My heavens!" he cried under his breath. "Look!"
Elaine's chest had slowly risen and fallen. Kennedy, his attention riveted on his work, applied himself with redoubled efforts. The young doctor looked on with increased wonder.
"Look! The color in her face! See her lips!" he cried.
At last her eyes slowly fluttered open—then closed.
Would the machine succeed? Or was it just the galvanic effect of the current? The doctor noticed it and quickly placed his ear to her heart. His face was a study in astonishment. The minutes sped fast.
To us outside, who had no idea what was transpiring in the other room, the minutes were leaden-feeted. Aunt Josephine, weak but now herself again, was sitting nervously.
Just then the door opened.
I shall never forget the look on the young ambulance surgeon's face, as he murmured under his breath, "Come here—the age of miracles is not passed—look!"
Raising his finger to indicate that we were to make no noise, he led us into the other room.
Kennedy was bending over the couch.