“Oh, Larry!” the girl exclaimed. “Aren’t you glad? I’m well again! I can walk like other girls! Soon I’ll be able to run!”
“Really?” asked Larry, hardly able to believe the good news, and trying hard to keep back the tears.
“Yes,” the nurse said. “She did much better than we expected. Dr. Carrolton took the plaster cast off three days ago, but we didn’t send you any word, for fear of a disappointment. Lucy is entirely cured.”
There was a happy household in the Dexter apartment that night. Several neighbors, who had heard the good news, called, and there was general rejoicing that the sick girl was well.
“Now tell us all about yourself,” said Mrs. Dexter to Larry. “Your letters were only notes.”
“I didn’t have time to write much,” the boy said.
Then he told them the main things that had occurred since he had been away.
“We read all about it in the paper,” said Lucy. “I was proud of you, Larry.”
Larry reached the office early the next morning. He found Mr. Newton at his desk.
“Want to go off on some more assignments?” asked the reporter.