"To tell St. John and—"
"But we haven't had dinner yet" protested Gail.
"It doesn't matter!" Peace was out of the house and down the steps by this time. "I must tell St. John!"
"But childie, Jud hasn't harnessed the horses."
"O, Grandpa, I can't wait. It will be so long. My feet won't keep still! I can walk! I must tell St. John!" Shaking her hat at them as she ran, as if to ward them off, she fled down the quiet Sunday street, leaving the family hanging in open-mouthed amazement over the picket fence, staring after her. And the last glimpse they caught of their transported Peace as she whisked around the corner was a pair of lithe, brown-clad legs climbing aboard a northbound car. She was on her way to tell St. John and Elspeth the wonderful tidings.
Peace could walk again!