Then, in French, which was certainly a trifle rusty for
want of use, he demanded refreshments, of which the tired and hungry
wanderers partook eagerly. Afterward they had another and shorter
march into a still smaller and poorer village, where Joe secured them
a very cheap but not very uncomfortable night's lodging.
After they had eaten their supper, and little Maurice was already
fast asleep, Cecile came up to the tall boy who had so opportunely
and wonderfully acted their friend.
"Jography," she said earnestly, "do you know the French of blue eyes
and golden hair--the French of a red, red mouth, and little teeth
like pearls. Do you know the French of all that much, dear Jography?"
"Why, Missie," answered Joe, "I s'pose as I could manage it. But
what do I want with blue eyes and gold hair? That ain't my mother,
nor Jean neither."
"Yes, Jography. But 'tis Lovedy. My stepmother said as I was to ask
for that sort of girl in all the small villages and all the tiny
inns, dear Jography,"
"Well, well, and so we will, darlin'; we'll ax yere first thing
to-morrow morning; and now lie down and go to sleep, for we must
be early on the march, Missie."
Cecile raised her lips to kiss Joe, and then she lay down by
Maurice's side. But she did not at once go to sleep. She was thanking
Jesus for sending to such a destitute, lonely little pair of children
so good and so kind a guide.
While Joe, for his part, wondered could it be possible that this
unknown Lovedy could have bluer eyes than Cecile's own.
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