Yes,
He did send you. He could not come His own self, so He sent you."
"But, indeed, Missie, no; I just runned away, and I got to France,
and I heard you two funny little mites talking o' jography under the
sand hill. It worn't likely as a feller 'ud forget the way you did
speak o' jography. No one sent me, Missie."
"But that's a way Jesus has, Jography. He does not always tell
people when He is sending them. But He does send them all the same.
It's very simple, dear Jography, but I was a long, long time learning
about it. For a long time I thought Jesus came His own self, and
walked with people when they were little, like me. I thought I should
see Him and feel His hand, and when me and Maurice found ourselves
alone outside Calais, and we did not know a word of French, I did, I
did wish Jesus lived down here and not up in heaven, and I said I
wished it, and then I said that I even wished jography was a person,
and I had hardly said it before you came. Then you know, Joe, you
told me you were for a whole long seven years trying to get back to
your mother and brother, and you never could run away from your cruel
master before. Oh, dear Jography! of course 'twas Jesus did it all,
and now we're going home together to our own home in dear south of
France."
"Well, missie, perhaps as you're right. Certain sure it is, as I
could never run away before; and I might ha' gone round to the side
o' the sand hill and never heerd that word jography.
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