The dawn flushed early and she woke when the birds did, and found so much to interest her--ants who ran up and down the tree, funny bugs that tumbled, robins who bounced along the sward on stiff legs--that she did not ask for her mother nor seem to find at all strange the companionship of this tall man whose face was so kind. And so Etienne Provancher found them when he came with his rake and pike-pole at six o'clock, the hour when the great turbines began to grunt and rumble in their deep pits. “It is Rosemarie--I found her in the room,” said Walker Farr. The old man came close and gazed down on the pallor and pathos of this little snipped who still stared at the new wonders of outdoors. “Anodder one, hey? You found her lock up?” “Yes, and I brought her away--and I don't know just what the matter is with me, Etienne. I have not been inclined to put myself out for anybody in this world--man, woman, or child--of late years. I had made up my mind to let the world run itself.” “It is the way the rich man say--he do not care. But the poor man should care--he should try to help odder poor man. He should care.” “Oh, there are things that can happen to make a man stop caring. But I brought her away, just the same. I--I woke up--or something. I have been awake all night--I have been thinking--I had nothing else to do. Insomnia has made me insane--one night of it!” He laughed when the old man blinked at him. “I'm so crazy that I want you to help me find some good woman who will take this child to board in a comfortable home.” “Who'll pay?” “I'll pay. Oh, I am completely crazy--I'm going to work--earn money to pay her board.” “I know a good woman near by--she have leetle house, cat, plant in window.” “That's the kind.” “I will tell you where she live. You shall say you come from Etienne Provancher and it will make you good for her.” He paused, raised a brown finger, then went on. “But you shall not know where she live onless I may pay half the board money for the poor little one. We have been togedder in it--I tell some lie to the coroner--we must be togedder in help the childs.” There was firm resolve in old Etienne's face and tones. “Partnership it shall be, my old boy,” agreed the young man, heartily. “I'm no pig--I won't keep a good man out of a real picnic.” He rose and swept the child into his arms. “Give me the address and hand her over the fence to me. I'll have to quit being nurse and find a real job. By the way, Etienne, I heard a fat man weeping yesterday because he couldn't get men to dig dirt for the Consolidated Water Company. He seemed to take a great fancy to me. Where's their office?”