"For my
stepmother, she said as I was to look for Lovedy in all the little
towns and in all the tiny inns."
Jography laughed.
"You two ere a rum pair," he said. "Yes, Maurice, you shall have
plenty to eat in Paris, and as to being cold, why, that 'ull depend
on where we goes, and what money we spends. You needn't be cold
unless you likes; and Cecile, little Missie, we shall go through hall
the smallest towns and villages, as you like, and we'll ax for Lovedy
heverywhere. But Paris itself is a big, big place. I wor only seven
years old, but I remember Paris. I wor werry misribble in Paris. Yes,
I don't want to stay there. But we must go there. It seems to me 'tis
near as big as Lunnon. Why shouldn't your Lovedy be in Paris, Missie?"
"Only my stepmother did say the small villages, Jography. Oh! I
don't know what for to do."
"Well, you leave it to me. What's the use of a guide ef he can't
guide you? You leave it to me, little un."
"Yes, Cecile, come on, for I'm most bitter cold," said Maurice.
"Stay one moment, young uns; you two ha' money, but this yere Joe
ha'n't any, I want to test that dog there. Ef I can teach the dog to
dance a little, why, I'll play my fiddle, and we'll get along fine."
In the intense excitement of seeing Toby going through his first
lesson, Maurice forgot all his cold and discomfort; he jumped to his
feet, and capered about with delight; nay, at the poor dog's awkward
efforts to steady himself on his hind legs, Maurice rolled on the
ground with laughter.
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