The next day James engaged his passage, sent a long cable to Adolph, and performed prodigies of work at the office. By means of some wire-pulling he and Mac succeeded in securing a cabin together on the next American liner out. Meanwhile, Mary began her campaign. At breakfast she expounded her plans to Miss Mason, who had received the news overnight. “You see, Sparrow,” she said, “we don't know how much quiet he will need, but we couldn't give him _any_ in this little cottage, with the babies. So I shall fit up the studio--a big room for him, a small one for the nurse, and a bath. The nurse will be the hardest part, for I'm sure he would rather have a man. The terrible helplessness”--her voice faltered for a second--“would humiliate him before a woman. But it must be the right man, Sparrow, some one he can like--who won't jar him--and some one we can afford to keep permanently. I've been thinking about it all night and, do you know, I have an idea. Do you remember my telling you about Adolph Jensen's brother?” “The old one, who failed over here?” “Yes. Stefan helped him, you know, and I'm sure he was awfully grateful. When the Berber shop changed hands in January, I wondered what would become of him; I believe Miss Berber was only using him out of kindness. It seems to me he might be just the person, if we could find him.” “You're a smart girl, Mary, and as plucky as they make 'em,” nodded the spinster. “Oh, Sparrow, when I think of his helplessness! He, who always wanted wings!” Mary half choked. “Now,” said Miss Mason, rising briskly, “we've got to act, not think. Come along, child, and let's go over to the barn.” Gratefully Mary followed her. Enquiries at the now cheapened and popularized Berber studio elicited Jensen's old address, and Mary drove there in a taxi, only to find that he had moved to an even poorer quarter of the city. She discovered his lodgings at last, in a slum on the lower east side. He was out, looking for a job, the landlady thought, but Mary left a note for him, with a bill inside it, asking him to come out to Crab's Bay the next morning. She hurried back to Rosamond, and found that the excellent Sparrow had already held lively conferences with the village builders and plumbers. “I told 'em they'd get a bonus for finishing the job in three weeks, and I guess I got the whole outfit on the jump,” said she with satisfaction. “Though the dear Lord knows,” she added, “if the plumbers get through on schedule it'll be the first time in history.” When Henrik Jensen arrived next day Mary took an instant liking to him. He was shabbier and more hopeless than ever, but his eyes were kind, his mouth gentle, and when she spoke of Stefan his face lighted up. She told him the story of the two friends, of his brother's wound and Stefan's crippling, and saw that his eyes filled with tears.