This weapon was prayer; the
Guide who was so near needed no darkness to enable Him to listen to
her. 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?" Then she paused, and added slowly, being prompted by her new
and great love, "But it must be just as you like, Jesus." After this
prayer, Cecile resolved to wait in all day, for if there was a man
called Jography, he would be sure to knock at the door during the
day, and come in and say to Cecile that Jesus had sent him, and that
he was ready to show her the way to France. Maurice, therefore, and
Toby, went out together with Mrs. Moseley, and Cecile stayed at home
and watched, but though she, watched all day long, and her heart beat
quickly many times, there was never any sound coming up the funny
stairs; the rope was never pulled, nor the boards lifted, to let in
any one of the name of Jography. Cecile, instead of having her faith
shaken by this, came to the wise resolution that Jography was not a
man at all. She now felt that she must apply to Mrs. Moseley, and
wondered how far she dare trust her with her secret.
"You know, perhaps, ma'am," she began that evening, when Moseley had
started on his night duty, and Maurice being sound asleep in bed, she
found herself quite alone with the little woman, "You know, perhaps,
ma'am, that we two little children and our dog have got to go on a
very long journey--a very, very long journey indeed.
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