Sparrows

Mollie's face, upturned to the blue sky, was pale and tense. From wide, anxious eyes she watched the kite mount higher and higher over the heads of the excited children. Head an...

"My name is Mollie and I'm six years old, going on seven," she told Maria in clear, precise English. "My Mama went to sleep and did not wake up and a big man came and said he wa...

Peter Grimes was exceedingly pleased with the success which had attended his quest for farm labor. His meeting with the young man from whom he had received little Mollie was who...

"But whoso shall offend one of these little ones that believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck and that he were drowned in the depths of...

The woman rose from the door-step where she had been sitting, adjusted her snuff dip firmly in her mouth and slouched across the muddy door-yard to meet Peter. From his manner a...

Momentous events followed the children's transfer to the barn loft. In many respects they found themselves better off than in the small, windowless alcove into which they had be...

It took the combined efforts and intelligence of all to alleviate the suffering of the child injured at the very moment of its arrival at the farm, through Peter's wanton carele...

"Every single sparrow is God's," she explained as they worked together in the vegetable patch. "And if He looks after them when they break their wings or their legs, He'll look...

Days and weeks rolled into months, and the months into years. Mollie and Stephen gradually gave up hoping that those responsible for their imprisonment at the Grimes farm would...

For days after that terrifying experience the little flock of suffering children went about with white, shocked facets, almost afraid to speak to one another lest they incur ano...

It was just before noon when Peter Grimes placed Cynthy aboard the train which was to carry her north to her parents and safety. Peter performed the duty because there was no wa...

In other words Peter Grimes, after his conference with Messrs Bailey and Swazey, was on his way to his bog-infested farm. He was supremely happy and self-satisfied. Riches unlim...

The jangling sound resounded to every part of the Grimes farm. Someone sought entrance at the castle gate. Maria heard the bell but she paid no heed. No one ever opened the gate...

"If the goodman of the house had known in what watch the thief would come, he would have watched and would not have suffered his home to be broken up."--Matt. xxiv, 43

"Don't--don't none o' yo' talk about Stevie. Hit makes me feel bad. He's gone 'n' Cynthy's gone, an' ther's only me left ter look arter all yo' young-uns an' I cain't do hit alo...

Mollie gave an exclamation of delight at the wonderful scene spread out before her eyes. She blinked several times to make sure it was no hallucination and that what she beheld...

When the police arrived at the home of Harris Wayne they found the house and grounds brilliantly illumined and every employee on the place engaged in searching for the kidnapper...

Away sped the police car, over the country roads and lanes throughout the district towards which the kidnapper's car was believed to have disappeared. The sun shone brightly aft...

It was dawn. Time for the children to get up and begin their day's work. Mollie hated to rouse them. She knelt for a moment beside the wonder-child that had been so unexpectedly...

Mollie dropped, exhausted, upon the floor. The children clustered about her. Some were crying. All were tired and hungry. Little Doris, not in the least understanding what all t...

Peter bounded from his bed in a daze. What was Ambrose yelling about? Was the house afire? He reached, from force of habit, for his pants. His hand failed to touch them.

Whether or not he would have been cheered by the knowledge that his baby daughter was being prepared to start at daybreak on the back of a young girl, little more than a child h...

At the door of the bank Harris Wayne paused. Someone was calling to him. He turned to perceive the Chief's car pulling up to the curb just beyond his own.

But Mollie did not know what the creature was. She had never even seen a picture of so terrifying an object. Her face went white under its coating of tan and mud. Her knees shoo...

Down the road the children trudged, mud-smeared from head to foot, their little, bare legs scratched and bleeding, their hair matted and unkempt, clad in tattered, non-descript...

The sun was high in the heavens but the air was hot and sultry. Occasionally there were far distant mutterings of thunder. A storm was brewing. It was nearly noon, the time appo...

As the second man sprang overboard from the launch on which the children had taken refuge Mollie came from her hiding place. She was back again, at last, in her proper sphere in...

After making their way from the perilous swamp in which they had seen the hog-farmer engulfed, the detectives, with Wayne, made all haste to the Grimes farm, hoping they might f...

Mollie had been up all of the night previous preparing for that hazardous day through which she and the children had just passed. She had eaten scarcely anything until she arriv...

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. Dra...