Letters from parents and relatives of children asking to have them granted admission to the Home arrived almost as quickly as did the supplies with which to furnish it. Wayne had never imagined there were so many uncared for and homeless little ones awaiting such a shelter as was now going forward. Former friends came to see him and looked at him curiously. He informed them that he was having "the time of his life." As for Mollie, she had not believed it possible that she could ever be so happy. She was studying, too, at home, under competent teachers as were the other children. She was making rapid progress. No one, seeing her now would have believed that she was the same ragged, mud-begrimed, barefoot and hungry-looking little girl who, after emerging from the swamp had undertaken to run a launch down the river. Time came when The Sparrows' Nest was completed and the original nestlings, clad in their neat, new uniforms, welcomed more people than any of them had ever seen at one time. They sang a chorus they had learned and Mollie, not in the least awed by the many curious eyes turned upon her, delivered the little address she had rehearsed for weeks. It was very brief and couched in perfect English. Harris Wayne was proud of her. She would be an ornament to any home and could mother as many children as would ever come within its doors. His daughter worshipped her. Why, he asked himself, should he not? She was fast growing up. She would soon be going away to a finishing school, that she might later be fitted to accompany Doris on her travels. When she returned he might--well, he would wait and see. * * * * * Time passed. The gigantic Sparrows' Nest was filled with little ones. They were happy. They loved to sing. They were singing now. Mollie heard them as she approached. Those blessed voices! To her ears they had always been as the sound of heavenly music. How sweetly the piping treble rang out on the balmy air. It mingled with the songs of the birds in the trees and went upward on the breeze of heaven, just as that kite had mounted upward in those dark days of the past. It was a past that was getting more and more remote. Wonderful changes had come into all their lives. Everything had dated from that day they had flown the kite. It had been a novel idea. Childish, of course, but as an act of faith nothing could have been more sincere. How miserable they all were that day--how desperate she had been! She would have stormed a fortress, if there had been one to storm. God had surely heard their prayers--those prayers of little children!