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.
"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.