The boy's pinched little face was shining with happiness. The blue eyes that beamed upon Mollie were full of an affection far beyond words. To Splutters there was no one like Mollie in the whole, wide world. But Mollie's surprise was yet to come. When Mr. Wayne drew her away from the children and told her all that he had learned regarding her from the Chief, down at police headquarters, she could not at once comprehend that for her, too, there would be opportunity for education and training. "But hit's th' chil'en I wanter help," she exclaimed, looking straight into Harris Wayne's eyes in a manner that seemed to read his very soul. "This is such a big, big house. Hit hain't a doin' yo' ary good es I kin see, 'thout folks in hit. Hain't thar room fer these hyar young-uns--all on em--ter live hyar?" Harris Wayne admitted there was. Mollie need not worry about the children, he assured her. They would be provided for. And she need never be separated from little Doris. But the plan he proposed was somewhat different. It was bigger, better, more enduring and would be the means not only of helping the little flock she had led through the swamps but generations of children to come. His house, he explained to her, would not be large enough for such an extensive plan. It might serve temporarily. But by the time she had received her education, by the time Stephen would get through college there would be established upon his broad acres such an institution for children that it would be known, throughout the country. Mollie entered into the plan heartily. "An' hit mus' hev money," she insisted, "so thet pore folks like little Amy's mammy, doan hev ter fret ef th' hain't got money ter pay fer the'r chil'en. Let th' young-uns stay jest th' same." "That's my idea, exactly," exclaimed Wayne, at which Mollie, in sheer gratitude, grasped his hand and pressed it to her lips. CHAPTER XXX IN PERPETUITY "They shall be mine, saith the Lord of Hosts, in that Day when I make up my jewels."--Malachi iii, 17 All the children joined in planning for that new Home. They talked of it morning, noon and night. Harris Wayne consulted architects and contractors. Surveyors came and went. Drawings were submitted and, because the children were so deeply interested, these were patiently explained to them. Competing architects and contractors came. Consultations and conferences were continuous. Harris Wayne had never been so busy in his life. And with it all he looked younger, as if a load of care had been removed from his shoulders. He was living now, to make others happy and the world a better place for children to live in. He was completely absorbed and happier than he had ever expected to be.