to think of repose? It was perfectly natural for Maurice and Toby to
shut their eyes and go off into the land of dreams; they were only
following in her footsteps, doing trustfully just what she told them.
But for the head of the pilgrim band, the "Great Heart" of the little
party, such a pleasant and, under other circumstances, desirable
course was impossible.

When the train had first moved off she had taken the precious purse,
which hitherto she had held in her hand, and restored it to its
old hiding place in the bosom of her frock. Had she but known it,
her treasure was safe enough there, for no one could suspect so
poor-looking a child of possessing so large a sum of money. After
doing this Cecile sat very upright, gravely watching, with her sweet
wide-open blue eyes, the darkness they rushed through, and the occasional
lights of the sleepy little stations which they passed. Now and then
they stopped at one of these out-of-the-way stations, and then a very
weary-looking porter would come yawning up, and there would be a
languid attempt at bustle and movement, and then the night mail would
rush on again into the winter's night. Yes, it was mid-winter now,
and bitterly cold. The days, too, were at their very shortest, for it
was just the beginning of December, and by the time they reached
Victoria, not a blink of real light from the sky had yet come.

Maurice felt really cross when he was awakened a second time in what
seemed like the middle of the night, and even long-suffering Toby
acknowledged to himself that it was very unpleasant.

But Cecile's clear eyes looked up with all kinds of thanks into the
face of the big guard as he put them into a cab, and gave the cabby
directions where to drive them to.