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had spent on the mountain. She awoke each morning with a happy voice within her crying, “I am well now! I am well now! I shan’t have to go about in a chair, I can walk by myself like other people.”
Then came the walking, and every day she found it easier and was able to go a longer distance. The movement gave her such an appetite that the grandfather cut his bread and butter a little thicker each day, and was well pleased to see it disappear. He now brought out with it a large jugful of the foaming milk and filled her little bowl over and over again. And so another week went by and the day came which was to bring grandmamma up the mountain for her second visit.
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