Mickey clung to his treasure, while turning to Peter an awed, questioning face.
"That's it!" said Peter. "She's been on her feet for ten days or such a matter!"
Mickey appealed to Dr. Carrel. "How about this?" he demanded.
"She's going to walk," said the great man assuringly.
"It's all over? You've performed your miracle?" asked Mickey.
"Yes," said Dr. Carrel. "It's all over, Mickey; but you had the miracle performed before I saw her, lad."
Mickey retreated to Peaches' neck again, while she smiled over and comforted him.
"Mickey, I knew you'd be crazy," she said. "I knew you'd be glad, but I didn't know you could be so——"
Mickey took her in his arms a second, then slowly recovered his feet and a small amount of self-possession. Again he turned to the surgeons.
"Are you sure? Will it hurt her? Will it last?"