A lady in the next ward who
walked last week first, peeked into the door, and another one who
hopes she can walk next month, was invited in to the party, and
she laid on my nurse's bed and clapped her hands. Even Black
Tilly who washes the floor, looked through the piazza window and
called me 'Honey, child' when she wasn't crying too much to call
me anything.
"I don't see why they cried. _I_ wanted to sing and shout and
yell! Oh--oh--oh! just think, I can walk--walk--WALK! Now I don't
mind being here almost ten months, and I didn't miss the wedding,
anyhow. Wasn't that just like you, Aunt Polly, to come on here
and get married right beside my bed, so I could see you. You
always do think of the gladdest things!
"Pretty soon, they say, I shall go home. I wish I could walk all
the way there. I do. I don't think I shall ever want to ride
anywhere any more. It will be so good just to walk. Oh, I'm so
glad! I'm glad for everything. Why, I'm glad now I lost my legs
for a while, for you never, never know how perfectly lovely legs
are till you haven't got them--that go, I mean.
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