possessed with an idea.

"Cecile," he said, "let's get back to our old court. Do you know
that back of our old court there's a square, and in that square a
lovely, lovely garden? I have often stood at the rails and wanted to
pick the flowers. There are heaps of them, and they are of all
colors. Cecile, p'raps that garden is South. I should not mind
walking in there all day. Let's go back at once and try to find it."

"One moment, one moment first, Maurice," said Cecile. She, too, had
a thought in her head. "You and Toby stay here. I'll be back in a
moment," she exclaimed.

Behind the organ was a dark place. In this short winter's day it
looked like night.

The idea had darted into Cecile's head that Jesus might be there.
She went to the dark corner; yes, it was very gloomy. Peer hard as
she would, she could not see into all its recesses. Jesus might be
there. No one had ever taught her to kneel, but instinctively she
fell on her knees and clasped her hands.

"Jesus," she said, "I think you're here. I am most grateful to you,
Jesus the Guide, for what you did for me and Maurice and Toby the
last two nights. Jesus the Guide, will you tell me how to find
Jography and how to get to France? and when we go there will you
guide us? Please do, though it isn't the New Jerusalem nor the
Celestial City. But I have very important business there, Jesus, very
important. And Maurice is so young, he's only a baby boy, and he'll
want you to carry him part of the way. Will you, who are so very