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Meade, L. T., 1854-1914

"The Children's Pilgrimage"

We have gone south, but
there is no use looking for us, for Cecile must do what she promised.
Mammie Moseley, if Cecile can't do what she promised she will die.
The little children would not have gone now when mammie was away, but
a great, great danger came, and we had not a moment to stay. Some
day, Mammie Moseley and Mr. Moseley, me and Maurice will come back
and then look for a great surprise. Now, good-by. Your most grateful
little children,
"CECILE--MAURICE.
"Toby has to come with us, please, and he is most obliged for all
kindness."
This little note made Moseley dash his hand hastily more than once
before his eyes, then catching up his hat he rushed off to the
nearest police-station, but though all steps were immediately taken,
the children were not found. Mrs. Moseley came home and cried nearly
as sorely for them as she did for her dead mother.
"John," she said, "I'll never pick up no more strays--never, never.
I'll never be good to no more strays. You mark my words, John Moseley."
In answer to this, big John Moseley smiled and patted his wife's
cheek. It is needless to add that he knew her better than to believe
even her own words on that subject.



THIRD PART.
THE GREAT JOURNEY.

"I know not the way I am going',
But well do I know my Guide."


CHAPTER I.
ON THE SAND HILL.

There is an old saying which tells us that there is a special
Providence over the very young and the very old.


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