little stick and made a rapid sketch in the sand.

"See!" he exclaimed, "this yere's France. Now we ere up yere, and we
want to get down yere. We won't go round, we'll go straight across,
and the first thing is to make for Paris. We'll go first to Paris,
say I."

"And are there night's lodgings in Paris?" asked Maurice, "and food
to eat? and is it warm, not bitter, bitter cold like here?"

"And is Paris a little town, Jography?" asked Cecile. "For my
stepmother, she said as I was to look for Lovedy in all the little
towns and in all the tiny inns."

Jography laughed.

"You two ere a rum pair," he said. "Yes, Maurice, you shall have
plenty to eat in Paris, and as to being cold, why, that 'ull depend
on where we goes, and what money we spends. You needn't be cold
unless you likes; and Cecile, little Missie, we shall go through hall
the smallest towns and villages, as you like, and we'll ax for Lovedy
heverywhere. But Paris itself is a big, big place. I wor only seven
years old, but I remember Paris. I wor werry misribble in Paris. Yes,
I don't want to stay there. But we must go there. It seems to me 'tis
near as big as Lunnon. Why shouldn't your Lovedy be in Paris, Missie?"

"Only my stepmother did say the small villages, Jography. Oh! I
don't know what for to do."

"Well, you leave it to me. What's the use of a guide ef he can't