He looked. It was Miss Eden! He was in his own little white bed!
Could—could IT be over? He voiced his thought at once.
“Certainly it is,” she smiled.
He drew a long, happy breath. “It doesn’t seem a minute!” he said.
“More than an hour,” was the reply.
She pulled down the dark shade, and he had a short nap. When he awoke he felt so glad, glad, glad! He wondered if he were going to walk. Then he slept again.
The next time he opened his eyes Dr. Dudley was there. He took his hand, and told him that everything looked very favorable. Doodles knew that meant that the Doctor thought he would walk. His responsive smile was joyful.
On Thursday Polly came in for a minute.
“It wasn’t bad, was it?” she laughed.
“Not a bit,” he answered merrily. “There wasn’t a thing to dread, not a single thing! It was beautiful.”