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 . She wore her best hat and dress , and she held Lionel Hezekiah by the hand . Lionel Hezekiah 's beaming face was scrubbed clean , and his curls fell in beautiful sleekness over the lace collar of his velvet suit . `` How do you feel now , Salome ? ''
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