Pericard
purchased a tiny piece of deliciously fresh-looking butter, a small
morsel of cream-cheese, and three turkey eggs; at another stall he
bought some rolls; at a third a supply of fresh and rosy apples. Thus
provided, he became an object of immense attraction to Toby, and, it
must be owned, also to Maurice.
As they walked along, in enforced silence, Pericard indulged in
delicious meditations. What a moment that would be when they sucked
those turkeys eggs! how truly delightful to see his dainty little
princess enjoying her morsel of cream-cheese!
At last, after what seemed an interminable time, they reached the
faubourg dreamed of so vividly the night before by Cecile. It was a
large place, and also a very poor neighborhood.
Having arrived at their destination. Pericard pointed to the name on
a lamp-post, spreading out his arms with a significant gesture; then,
letting them drop to his sides, stood still. His object was
accomplished. He now waited impatiently for the moment when they
might begin their feast.
Cecile felt a strange fluttering at her heart; the place was so
large, the streets so interminable. Where, how, should she find the
lady with the English name?
Pericard was now of no further use. He must follow where she led.
She walked on, her steps flagging--despondency growing at her heart.
Was her dream then not real after all? Ah, yes! it must, it must be
a Heaven-sent warning. Was not Joseph warned of God in a dream? Was
he not told where to go and what to do?--just as Cecile herself had
been told by the blessed Lord Himself.
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