"Those little things! What if they did?"
Thus encouraged she put her toes in the water, gripping Mickey and waiting breathlessly to see what happened. Nothing happened, while the warm, running water felt pleasant, so she dipped lower, and then did her best to make it splash. It wasn't much of a splash, but it was a satisfying performance to the parties most interested, and from their eagerness the watchers understood what it meant to them. Junior sidled up to his mother.
"Ain't that tough?" he whispered.
She bit her lip and silently nodded.
"Look at her feet, will you?" he breathed.
She looked at him instead, then suddenly her eyes filled with a mist like that clouding his.
"Think they'll ever walk?" he questioned.
"I don't know," she said softly, "but it looks as if God has given us the chance to make them if it's possible."
"Well say what's my share?" he said.
"Just anything you see that you think will help."