Heedless of the other children in the yard, the waifs studied the street, observed puffy white clouds against the blue sky and watched an occasional passerby with undivided interest.Ī well-dressed couple strolled past. From his vantage point across the street, Booker Hayes contemplated the pale faces peering through the black picket 'hedge' enclosing the New York Children's Foundling Home's crowded side yard. It would be a safe bet that the iron fence was as tall as his own well-over-six-foot frame. To those whose dreams of family came true,īut especially to those whose hopes perished on the prairie. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.Ĭover and eBook design by eBook Prep image:flourish.pngĭedicated to all the orphans who came west on the rails, Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to and purchase your own copy. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions.

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