"
Then Cecile related all about her strange dream, all about Pericard
taking them to the Faubourg St. G----, then of her finding Miss
Smith, of her intrusting the purse to Miss Smith, and finally of the
clever, clever manner in which Miss Smith had sewn the money that was
necessary to take them to the south of France into her little winsey
frock. All this did Cecile tell with glowing cheeks and eager voice,
and only one mistake did she make. For, trusting Joe fully, she
showed him the little piece of paper which anyone presenting to Miss
Smith could obtain the purse in exchange.
Poor Joe! he bitterly rued that knowledge by and by, but now his
feelings were all thankfulness.
"Then Anton can't get the purse: you ha'n't got it to give to him!"
"No; and if he comes and finds us, I will tell him so my own self;
it won't do him no good putting you in prison, for he shan't never
get Lovedy's purse."
"Thank God," said Joe, in a tone of deep and great relief. "Oh!
Missie, that's a good, good guide o' your'n, and poor Joe 'ull love
Him now."
"Yes, Jography, was it not lovely, lovely of Him? I know He means
you to go on taking care of us little children; and, Jography, I'm
only quite a little girl, but I've got a plan in my head, and you
must listen. My Aunt Lydia wanted to get the purse; and me and
Maurice, we ran away from her and afterward we saw her again in
London, and she wanted our purse we were sure, and then we ran away
again.
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