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He even begged of her to let him take care of it for her until they reached Paris. But when she refused to part with it, he got her to consent that he should keep enough silver out of its contents to pay their slight expenses on the road. Very slight these expenses would be, for kind M. Dupois had provisioned the wagons with food, and at night they would make a comfortable shelter.
Joe, when questioned, also said that he had a mother and a brother in the South, and that he was taking care of Cecile and Maurice on their way there. Mme. Dupois did not really know English well, and Cecile's reserve, joined to her few words of explanation, only puzzled her.
Dupois as she had done to Joe Barnes, all that follows need never have been written.
I will go round to the poor boy." When M. Dupois did at last reach Joe Barnes, he had only strength to murmur in his broken French, "Go and save the others under the old wall two children and dog" before he fainted away. But his broken words were enough; he had come to people who had the kindest hearts in the world.
A danger which would reveal itself by and by. As I have said, it was arranged that the little party should go to Paris in M. Dupois' wagons; and the night before their departure Joe had come to Cecile, and begged her during their journey, when it would be impossible for them to be alone, and when they must be at all times more or less in the company of the men who drove and managed the wagons, to be most careful not to let anyone even suspect the existence of the purse.
The little French girl cried in her joy, and Cecile watched her wonderingly, After a time she asked in a feeble, fluttering voice: "Please is this heaven? Have we two little children really got to heaven?" Her English words were only understood by Mme. Dupois, and not very perfectly by her.
Dupois, suddenly raising her forefinger, "is not that something like a soft knocking? Can anyone have fallen down in this deep snow at our door?" M. Dupois rose at once and pushed aside the crimson curtain from one of the windows. "Yes, yes," he exclaimed quickly, "you are right, my good wife; here is a lad lying on the ground. Run and get Annette to heat blankets and make the kitchen fire big.
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