“Dear Aunt Polly and Uncle Tom: – Oh, I can – I can – I CAN walk! I did today all the way from my bed to the window! It was six steps. My, how good it was to be on legs again!

“All the doctors stood around and smiled, and all the nurses stood beside of them and cried. A lady in the next ward who walked last week first, peeked into the door and clapped her hands. Even Black Tilly who washes the floor, looked through the 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 think of the gladdest things!

“Pretty soon, they say, I shall go home. I wish I could walk all the way there. 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. I’m going to walk eight steps tomorrow!”

“With heaps of love to everybody,

“POLLYANNA.”