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Certain sure it is, as I could never run away before; and I might ha' gone round to the side o' the sand hill and never heerd that word jography. That word settled the business for me, Miss Cecile." "Yes, Joe; and you must love Jesus now, for you see He loves you." "No, no, missie; nobody never did love Joe since he left off his mother." "But Jesus, the good Guide, does. Why, He died for you.
"'Cause I'm a little French girl, please, teacher. Me and Maurice we're both French, and 'tis very important indeed for me to know the way to France, and about France, when we get there; and Jography tells all about it, don't it, teacher?" "Why, yes, I suppose so," said the young teacher, laughing.
"But have you any money at all, Jography?" asked Cecile, puckering her pretty brows anxiously; "and and are you a honest boy, Jography?" "Well, ef you ain't a queer little lass! I honest! I ain't likely to rob from you; no, tho' I ha'n't no money but ha' you?"
Maurice, in his ecstasy at seeing a face he knew actually kissed the tall boy, and Cecile's eyes over-flowed with happy tears. "Oh! do sit down near us. Do help us, we're such a perplexed little boy and girl," she said; "do talk to us for a little bit, kind tall English boy." "You call me Jography, young un. It wor through jography we found each other out.
She did not kneel, she sat on the side of her tiny bed, and, while Maurice still slept, began to speak aloud her earnest need: "Jesus, I think it is hotter that me, and Maurice, and Toby should go to France while we have a little money left. Please, Jesus, if there is a man called Jography, will you help us to find him to-day, please?"
So Cecile got her first lesson in geography, and a pair of bold, handsome black eyes often glanced almost wistfully in her direction as she learned. That night, at the door of the night-school, the boy with the fiddle came up to Cecile and Maurice. "I say, little Jography," he exclaimed, "you ain't really French, be you?" "I'm Cecile D'Albert, and this is Maurice D'Albert," answered Cecile.
"Yes; but, Joe, perhaps south is a big place, as big as London or Paris, it might not be so easy for him to find us; you might get safe back to your old mother and your good brother Jean, and I might see Lovedy before Anton had found us again, then we should not care what he did; and, Jography, what I've been thinking is that as we're in great danger, it can't be wrong to spend just a franc or two out of my winsey frock on you, and when Pericard comes back this evening I'll ask him to direct us to some place where a train can take us all a good bit of the way.
"Will it be many nights before you hear from our cousin in France? Because me and Maurice, we have very little money, please, sir." "I will see to the money part," said Mr. Danvers. "And please, sir," asked Cecile, as he rose to leave, "is Jography a thing or a person?" "Geography!" said the clergyman, laughing.
Suppose as I takes yer hands, and guides you two little morsels?" "Oh! will you, Jography? oh! will you, indeed? how I shall love you! how I shall!" "And me too, and Toby too!" exclaimed Maurice. And the two children, in their excitement, flung their arms round their new friend's neck. "Well, I can speak French anyhow," said the boy. "But now listen.
Toby will stay close to Maurice." To this arrangement Maurice himself made no objection. He could scarcely keep his eyes open, and the moment he found himself on the bed of straw was sound asleep. Toby, in obedience to Cecile's summons, sat down by his side, and then the little girl returned to Joe. "No one can hear us now. What is wrong, Jography?"
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