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