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In truth the poor little girl's brave heart was sorely puzzled and
perplexed. If they could not speak to the people, how ever could they
find Lovedy? and if they did not find Lovedy, of what use was it
their being in France? Then how could she get cheap food and cheap
lodgings? and how would their money hold out? They were small and
desolate children. It did not seem at all like their father's
country. Why had she come? Could she ever, ever succeed in her
mission? For a moment the noble nature was overcome, and the bright
faith clouded.
"Oh, Maurice!" said Cecile, "I wish--I wish Jesus our Guide was not
up in heaven. I wish He was down on earth, and would come with us. I
know _He_ could speak French."
"Oh! that don't matter--that don't," answered Maurice, who, cheered
by his good breakfast, felt like a different boy. "I'll always just
take things, and then they'll know what I mean. The French don't
matter, Cecile. But what I wish is that we might be in heaven--me and
you and Toby at once--for if this is South, I don't like it, Cecile.
I wish Jesus the Guide would take us to heaven at once."
"We must find Lovedy first," said Cecile, "and then--and then--yes,
I'd like, too, to die and go--there."
"I know nothing about dying," answered Maurice; "I only know I want
to go to heaven. I liked what Mammie Moseley told me about heaven.
You are never cold there and never hungry. Now I'm beginning to be
quite cold again, and in an hour or so I shall be as hungry as ever.
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