matter, Cecile. But what I wish is that we might be in heaven--me and
you and Toby at once--for if this is South, I don't like it, Cecile.
I wish Jesus the Guide would take us to heaven at once."

"We must find Lovedy first," said Cecile, "and then--and then--yes,
I'd like, too, to die and go--there."

"I know nothing about dying," answered Maurice; "I only know I want
to go to heaven. I liked what Mammie Moseley told me about heaven.
You are never cold there and never hungry. Now I'm beginning to be
quite cold again, and in an hour or so I shall be as hungry as ever.
I don't think nothing of your South, Cecile; 'tis a nasty place, I
think."

"We have not got South yet, darling. Oh, Maurice," with a wan little
smile, "if even _jography_ was a person, as I used to think
before I went to school."

"What is that about jography and school, young 'un," said suddenly,
at that moment over their very heads, a gay English voice, and the
next instant, a tall boy of about fourteen, with a little fiddle
slung over his shoulder, came round the sand hill, and sat down by
the children's side.




CHAPTER II.

JOGRAPHY.