“Get ready!” exclaimed Mr. Newton to Larry. “We’re going home to-morrow!” Several of the other special correspondents had already left Stoneville. Some accompanied Mr. Newton and Larry the next morning. “Well, you put it all over us,” said one of them to the _Leader_ reporter. “With Larry’s help I did,” replied Mr. Newton. “If I hadn’t had him along, I never could have done it.” “Larry’s all right,” was the immediate and hearty response. Larry thought he had never been on a train that moved so slowly. It seemed to crawl along. A flying machine would have been too slow for him, so eager was he to get home. But at last he arrived in New York. It seemed good to get away from the sight of dirty brown water, sorrowful people, and the constant rain that had been his portion for a week. “I’ll see you at the office in the morning,” said Mr. Newton. “Good-night.” “Good-night,” called Larry as he ran after a car. He reached home. Into the house he burst with: “Here I am, mother! How are you? How’s Lucy? How are Mary and Jimmy?” “Oh, Larry, Larry!” exclaimed his mother, throwing her arms around him. Mary and Jimmy crowded around their brother, clamoring for kisses, while Jimmy wanted to hear all about the flood. “How’s Lucy?” asked Larry again, as soon as he could quiet the youngster. “Doing finely,” replied the nurse, coming into the room. “We have a surprise for you.” “What is it?” asked Larry. “Come and show him, Lucy,” said the nurse. Then, from her room, came the girl. Not as she had used to walk, hobbling along like a cripple, but straight and upright. With firm, though slow step, she approached her brother. “Lucy! Lucy!” cried Larry. “Oh, Larry!” the girl exclaimed. “Aren’t you glad? I’m well again! I can walk like other girls! Soon I’ll be able to run!” “Really?” asked Larry, hardly able to believe the good news, and trying hard to keep back the tears. “Yes,” the nurse said. “She did much better than we expected. Dr. Carrolton took the plaster cast off three days ago, but we didn’t send you any word, for fear of a disappointment. Lucy is entirely cured.” There was a happy household in the Dexter apartment that night. Several neighbors, who had heard the good news, called, and there was general rejoicing that the sick girl was well. “Now tell us all about yourself,” said Mrs. Dexter to Larry. “Your letters were only notes.” “I didn’t have time to write much,” the boy said. Then he told them the main things that had occurred since he had been away. “We read all about it in the paper,” said Lucy. “I was proud of you, Larry.” Larry reached the office early the next morning. He found Mr. Newton at his desk. “Want to go off on some more assignments?” asked the reporter. “I shouldn’t mind,” replied Larry with a smile. One by one the other reporters came in. They laughed and joked with Mr. Newton. Some of them talked with Larry. “Gee! But you had a swell time,” said Bud, gazing at Larry with envious eyes.