ourselves before the English children."

"And has Toby got to be brave too?" asked Maurice.

"Yes, Toby is always brave, I think. Now, Maurice, listen to me. The
first thing we'll do is to get some breakfast. I have got all your
half-sovereign. You don't forget your half-sovereign. We will spend a
little, a very little, of that on some breakfast, and then afterward
we will look for a little room where we can live until I find out
from someone the right way to go to France."

The thought of breakfast cheered Maurice up very much, and when a
few moments later the two children and the dog found themselves
standing before a coffee-stall, and Maurice had taken two or three
sips of his sweet and hot coffee and had attacked with much vigor a
great hunch of bread and butter, life began once more to assume
pleasant hues to his baby mind. Cecile paid for the coffee and bread
and butter with her half sovereign; and though the man at the coffee
stall looked at it very hard, and also looked at her, and tested the
good money by flinging it up and down on the stall several times and
even taking it between his teeth and giving it a little bite, he
returned the right change, saying, as he did so, "Put that away
careful, young un, or you're safe to be robbed." But again the poor
look of the little group proved their safeguard. For Cecile and
Maurice in their hurry had come away in their shabbiest clothes, and
Cecile's hat was even a little torn at the brim, and Maurice's toes
were peeping out of his worn little boots, and his trousers were
patched. This was all the better for Cecile's hidden treasure, and as
she was a wise little girl, she took the hint given her by the coffee-man,
and not only hid her money, but next time she wanted anything offered