The Children's Pilgrimage by L. T. Meade
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and then look for a great surprise. Now, good-by. Your most grateful
little children, "CECILE--MAURICE. "Toby has to come with us, please, and he is most obliged for all kindness." This little note made Moseley dash his hand hastily more than once before his eyes, then catching up his hat he rushed off to the nearest police-station, but though all steps were immediately taken, the children were not found. Mrs. Moseley came home and cried nearly as sorely for them as she did for her dead mother. "John," she said, "I'll never pick up no more strays--never, never. I'll never be good to no more strays. You mark my words, John Moseley." In answer to this, big John Moseley smiled and patted his wife's cheek. It is needless to add that he knew her better than to believe even her own words on that subject. THIRD PART. THE GREAT JOURNEY. |
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