"There's Jimmie Sullivan!" she said. "That's your leg—the one you got for him!"
"Looks like his own," commented Medfield.
Aunt Jane opened the door—and a child looked up from her picture-book.
"Aunt Jane's come!" The ward took it up.
Aunt Jane looked up at Herman Medfield, half apologizing for the commotion they made.
"It helps them get well," she said.
He nodded. "I know all about that."
They went slowly down the ward to the big chair by the table. She stopped by it. "You can sit down here and rest if you want to— You've done first-rate. You'll be well enough to go, Friday, I guess."
She arranged the chair for him and he sat down. "I'm pretty well tired out!" he remarked.