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And I ain't an English boy, no more nor you are an English girl; I'm French, I am. There, you call me Jography, young uns; 'tis uncommon, and 'ull fit fine." "Oh! then Jography is a person," said Cecile. "How glad I am! I was just longing that he might be. And I'm so glad you're French; and is Jography your real, real name?"
"For my stepmother, she said as I was to look for Lovedy in all the little towns and in all the tiny inns." Jography laughed. "You two ere a rum pair," he said. "Yes, Maurice, you shall have plenty to eat in Paris, and as to being cold, why, that 'ull depend on where we goes, and what money we spends.
"And now," proceeded Joe, alias Alphonse, alias Jography, "the first thing now as it is settled as we three club together the first thing is to plan the campaign." "What's the campaign?" asked Maurice, gazing with great awe and admiration at his new friend. "Why, young un, we're going south. You has got to find some un south, and I has got to find two people south.
Oh, Maurice," with a wan little smile, "if even jography was a person, as I used to think before I went to school."
Is it a bargain then? Shall I go with you two mites and help you to find this ere Lovedy?" "Jography, 'twas Jesus the Guide sent you," said Cecile, clasping his hand. "And I don't want to go to heaven just now," said Maurice, taking hold of the other hand.
I'm sure she'd help me with my jography, mamma, and she'd teach me to dress dolls and Biddy stopped, quite out of breath. Mrs. Vane smiled; she looked very pleased. 'I am very glad you have thought of it yourself, Biddy, she said, 'for it is the very thing I have planned. Celestina is going to have lessons with you.
"She's got a way with her, has Susan," she went on quite volubly. "I've been thinking all morning of one thing she said yesterday. She says, 'Once when I was givin' th' children a bit of a preach after they'd been fightin' I ses to 'em all, "When I was at school my jography told as th' world was shaped like a orange an' I found out before I was ten that th' whole orange doesn't belong to nobody.
"No; and if he comes and finds us, I will tell him so my own self; it won't do him no good putting you in prison, for he shan't never get Lovedy's purse." "Thank God," said Joe, in a tone of deep and great relief. "Oh! Missie, that's a good, good guide o' your'n, and poor Joe 'ull love Him now." "Yes, Jography, was it not lovely, lovely of Him?
Her father said it lay south. Where was south? The cabby, when she asked him, said he could not tell her, for he did not know jography. What was jography? Was it a thing, or a person? Whoever or whatever it was, it knew the way to France, to that haven of her desire. Cecile must then endeavor to find jography. But where, and how? A church door stood open. Some straggling worshipers came out.
"Wal then," continued he, "they have floods dowd thur in Loozyanny, sich as, I guess, you've never seen the like o' in England." Here Ike addressed himself specially to our English comrade. "England ain't big enough to hev sich floods. One o' 'm ud kiver yur hul country, I hev heern said. I won't say that ar's true, as I ain't acquainted with yur jography.
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