Then the little party turned the corner
and were lost to view.
"They aren't at all snug quarters, Cecile," said Maurice, in a
complaining tone.
"Oh, darling!" answered Cecile, "they aren't so bad. See, the sun is
coming out, and it will be quite pleasant to walk, and we're back in
London again. We know London, you must not forget, Maurice. And,
Maurice, me and you have got to be very brave now. We have a great,
great deal before us. We have got something very difficult but very
splendid to do. We have got to be very brave, Maurice, and we must
not forget that we are a little French boy and girl, and not disgrace
ourselves before the English children."
"And has Toby got to be brave too?" asked Maurice.
"Yes, Toby is always brave, I think. Now, Maurice, listen to me. The
first thing we'll do is to get some breakfast. I have got all your
half-sovereign. You don't forget your half-sovereign. We will spend a
little, a very little, of that on some breakfast, and then afterward
we will look for a little room where we can live until I find out
from someone the right way to go to France."
The thought of breakfast cheered Maurice up very much, and when a
few moments later the two children and the dog found themselves
standing before a coffee-stall, and Maurice had taken two or three
sips of his sweet and hot coffee and had attacked with much vigor a
great hunch of bread and butter, life began once more to assume
pleasant hues to his baby mind.
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