The trouble was that the muscles were paralyzed by long disuse.
That paralysis was overcome by the force of a strong and
instinctive effort. Salome, get up and walk across the kitchen."
Salome obeyed. She walked across the kitchen and back, slowly,
stiffly, falteringly, now that the stimulus of frantic fear was spent;
but still she walked. The doctor nodded his satisfaction.
"Keep that up every day. Walk as much as you can without tiring yourself,
and you'll soon be as spry as ever. No more need of crutches for you,
but there's no miracle in the case."
Judith Marsh turned to him. She had not spoken a word since her
question concerning Salome's crutch. Now she said passionately:
"It WAS a miracle. God has worked it to prove His existence for me,
and I accept the proof."
The old doctor shrugged his shoulders again. Being a wise man,
he knew when to hold his tongue.
"Well, put Salome to bed, and let her sleep the rest of the day.
She's worn out. And for pity's sake let some one take that poor child
and put some dry clothes on him before he catches his death of cold."
That evening, as Salome Marsh lay in her bed in a glory
of sunset light, her heart filled with unutterable gratitude
and happiness, Judith came into the room.
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