“Great!” the doctor said, as he arose to go.
On his way home he wondered what had aroused Robert’s interest in life, but neither he nor the nurse could guess.
CHAPTER X.
“LADY RED BIRD.”
Again it was Saturday. Every day during the past week Robert had walked, only a few steps at first, but each day going a little farther. Too, each afternoon he had eagerly watched at the pepper tree for the appearance of his Lady Red Bird, but she had not come.
“Perhaps she only comes on Saturday,” he thought as he sat alone in his wheeled chair waiting and watching.
Suddenly a rose hurled over the hedge and fell on his book.
“Oho, Lady Red Bird,” he called joyously. “I can’t see you, but I know that you are there. Please come over on this side.”
The gate opened ever so little and Nan peered through.
Then skipping in front of him, she cried, with her dark eyes aglow, “Why, Robert Widdemere, you don’t look like the same boy. What have you done? You look almost well.”
“I am,” the lad replied, smiling radiantly. “I am going to be well enough to ride up the mountain road with you on Thanksgiving morning, and then I will surely have something to be thankful for.”