Several times during the progress of her toilette she slipped into the nursery to admire Doris as she lay in her beautiful bed and to contrast it with the horrible rags and disorder of the barn loft. "No wonder her daddy war upsot," she told the nurse. "Hit'll take a long time fer we-uns ter git used ter all th' fine things you-uns has hyar. Them chil'en will hev ter be mighty keerful not ter spile nawthin'." At last she saw them coming. With the baby in her arms she ran to the gate to meet them. Harris Wayne, as he rode those few miles out to his home, felt more content and satisfied with life than he had since his wife's death. His limousine swarmed with children. They asked him a thousand questions. They laughed and chattered like sparrows. Wayne thought of the simile himself. When he mentioned it, every child tried to explain to him about the sparrows that flew across the swamp and didn't fall. "So Mollie said we war jist es good es sparrows an' ef we'd keep a-lookin' up et th' sky an' not down in th' mud we-uns could git ary place. An' we done hit, mister, we done hit," explained Jimmie, triumphantly. "An' when we-all seed them things th' man tol' us war 'gators an' had ter git up in th' tree quick, God jist a'most giv wings ter all on us," declared Willie. "Yo' jist oughter ha' seed Johnnie skedaddle 'thout usin' his crutch. Hain't et th' truf, Johnnie?" "Shore es," returned Johnnie. Harris Wayne glanced down at the child's bare, crippled foot and made a quick decision. "I wouldn't be a bit surprised," he said, "if Johnnie would be able to throw his crutch away some of these days. I think I know a man who'll be able to make his foot as good as new." Johnnie gave a whoop of delight. The other boys joined. From the gate, Mollie answered. Then they all saw her. They waved and shouted hilariously. Harris Wayne found himself laughing with them as he turned them loose to awaken the echoes of his all too silent home. But the final note of happiness was achieved a little later when the chauffeur again appeared with the car and drove gently in at the gate and up to the front door. The children ran to see who had come. Then the door of the car opened and they recognized Stephen, sitting weakly among the pillows that had been arranged for his comfort, and smiling upon them. Mollie flew to his side, eager to ask about his illness, of which she had not known and to learn all that had befallen him since he had been so suddenly taken from among them. "Oh, I missed yo' turrible, Splutters," she exclaimed, tears brimming over the lashes of her large, luminous eyes that now seemed like deep pools of thought. "I missed yo' turrible." "But th' mistake hes been found out," he told her eagerly. "Mr. Wayne come for me, an' he's goin' ter hev a man come and teach me every day, so's I kin go ter school right soon."