For a moment Dr. Phillips stood transfixed upon the threshold, overcome by the scene of splendor within.
Then he held out his arms to her, forgetting that she was paralyzed.
“Sylvia—daughter!”
“Father!”
Then the amazing thing happened. Sylvia rose to her feet, stepped from the throne, and ran across the room into her father’s arms.
“It happens sometimes,” explained Dr. Phillips a few moments later, when they had all recovered from their first stupefied amazement. “Some great shock, and the paralyzed nerves wake to life again. That is what has taken place here. She is cured.”
CHAPTER XXII
ONE MORE TOAST
“To the Christmas Adventure at Carver House!” proposed Katherine, raising on high her glass of fruit punch.
New Year’s dinner was over, and they all stood in their places around the table, drinking toast after toast.
“The Christmas Adventure at Carver House!” echoed the Winnebagos. “The best adventure we’ve had yet. Drink her down!” The toast was drunk with a will.