Mary and Jimmy crowded around their brother, clamoring for kisses, while Jimmy wanted to hear all about the flood.
“How’s Lucy?” asked Larry again, as soon as he could quiet the youngster.
“Doing finely,” replied the nurse, coming into the room. “We have a surprise for you.”
“What is it?” asked Larry.
“Come and show him, Lucy,” said the nurse.
Then, from her room, came the girl. Not as she had used to walk, hobbling along like a cripple, but straight and upright. With firm, though slow step, she approached her brother.
“Lucy! Lucy!” cried Larry.