I don't think nothing of your South, Cecile; 'tis a nasty place, I
think."
"We have not got South yet, darling. Oh, Maurice," with a wan little
smile, "if even _jography_ was a person, as I used to think
before I went to school."
"What is that about jography and school, young 'un," said suddenly,
at that moment over their very heads, a gay English voice, and the
next instant, a tall boy of about fourteen, with a little fiddle
slung over his shoulder, came round the sand hill, and sat down by
the children's side.
CHAPTER II.
JOGRAPHY.
Cecile and Maurice had not only gone to school by day, but at Mr.
Danvers' express wish had for a short part of their stay in London
attended a small and excellent night-school, which was entirely
taught by deaconesses who worked under the good clergyman.
To this same night-school came, not regularly, but by fits and
starts, a handsome lad of fourteen--a lad with brilliant black eyes,
and black hair flung off an open brow. He was poorly dressed, and his
young smooth cheeks were hollow for want of sufficient food. When he
was in his best attire, and in his gayest humor, he came with a
little fiddle swung across his arm.
But sometimes he made his appearance, sad-eyed, and without his
fiddle. On these occasions, his feet were also very often destitute
of either shoes or stockings.
He was a troublesome boy, decidedly unmanageable, and an irregular
scholar, sometimes, absenting himself for a whole week at a time.
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