Mollie was too near asleep, from sheer fatigue, to grasp much beyond the statement that she was to remain there with the baby and that this nurse, who didn't know how to take care of babies, seemed to be doing just the right things to make her more comfortable than she had been in years. She was almost afraid to touch the dainty bed to which the nurse finally conducted her. Oh, how comfortable it was! She had not known before how tired she had grown, nor how her back ached from carrying the baby. She tried to think--there was something the baby's father had said about Stephen--Did he know Splutters?--She would ask to-morrow.--And the children--She hoped they were all right--They were so tired--She, too, was tired--How nice it was here--If only--Splutters--The children--could enjoy it too! It was Mollie's last waking thought. Her tight-clinched little hands relaxed, the long-lashed lids drooped over her tender, brooding eyes, the sweet lips parted in a smile. When the nurse entered the room, she was sleeping as tranquilly as she had slept that last night before she was turned over to the custody of Peter Grimes. When Mollie awoke it was with the sense that she had slept too late and the children would not get to the field in time. For a full moment she could not comprehend where she was nor what had happened. The sight of a maid placing a dainty breakfast tray beside her bed made her think that she was dreaming. The maid spoke, and then she remembered. It was not a dream--it was true. At last, they had escaped! She moved and was surprised to find how bruised and sore her limbs and body were. The nurse entered. "After you have had your breakfast I will fix you up for the day," she said, placing a tray of interesting looking little jars and bottles down on a table. "You were pretty badly bitten by insects. It was lucky you didn't meet a snake." "We said our pra'rs," Mollie said, simply. Then, suddenly starting up, "Oh, whar's th' baby?" The baby was taking her nap, the nurse explained. Mollie stared. Then she asked the time. When she realized that she had slept until afternoon she laughed as she had not laughed in years. Mr. Wayne had gone to town, she learned, for the purpose of bringing all the children out to his house. Mollie gave a cry of joy. She could hardly restrain herself from leaping out of bed and dispensing with the food which had been brought her. But the nurse persuaded her to yield to her ministrations, to eat her breakfast and later to be fitted into proper clothes. The poor little girl laughed and cried by turns. It all seemed like a fairy tale. It began to look as if she might yet find out about her father and her former home. There was so much she wanted to talk about to Mr. Wayne. She was ashamed that she had behaved so badly about surrendering the baby to him after he had felt so badly because the child had been stolen.