"That's natural enough— You see how nice Jimmie gets around on your leg? Come here, Jimmie, and make your manners to Mr. Herman."
Jimmie came up proudly, hardly limping at all as he approached the man sitting in the big chair. He stood very straight on his frame leg, his hands in his pockets, and looked him in the eye.
"I thank you for my leg!" he said. "It's fine!"
"You are welcome." Medfield was smiling.
"Show him how it walks, Jimmie."
Jimmie strutted off, swinging it proudly.
"You see—it hardly shows at all!" she said, as they watched him cross the room. "And the older he gets, the better he'll manage. You've made a man of him!" She beamed approval on Medfield and on Jimmie and the frame leg and on the whole ward.
Medfield, leaning back in his chair, smiled at her whimsically.
"You spoil everybody!" he said.
She ignored it. "You sit there and rest a spell—till I'm ready to go."