shoulder, started to his feet, and the little party of pilgrims, now
augmented to four, commenced their march. They walked for two hours;
Joe, when Maurice was very tired, carrying him part of the way. At
the end of two hours they reached another small village. Here Joe,
taking his fiddle, played dexterously, and soon the village boys and
girls, with their foreign dresses and foreign faces, came flocking out.

"Ef Toby could only dance I'd make a fortune 'ere," whispered Joe to
Cecile.

But even without this valuable addition he did secure enough sous to
pay for his own supper and leave something over for breakfast the
next morning. Then, in French, which was certainly a trifle rusty for
want of use, he demanded refreshments, of which the tired and hungry
wanderers partook eagerly. Afterward they had another and shorter
march into a still smaller and poorer village, where Joe secured them
a very cheap but not very uncomfortable night's lodging.

After they had eaten their supper, and little Maurice was already
fast asleep, Cecile came up to the tall boy who had so opportunely
and wonderfully acted their friend.

"Jography," she said earnestly, "do you know the French of blue eyes
and golden hair--the French of a red, red mouth, and little teeth
like pearls. Do you know the French of all that much, dear Jography?"

"Why, Missie," answered Joe, "I s'pose as I could manage it. But
what do I want with blue eyes and gold hair? That ain't my mother,
nor Jean neither."