walked with people when they were little, like me. I thought I should
see Him and feel His hand, and when me and Maurice found ourselves
alone outside Calais, and we did not know a word of French, I did, I
did wish Jesus lived down here and not up in heaven, and I said I
wished it, and then I said that I even wished jography was a person,
and I had hardly said it before you came. Then you know, Joe, you
told me you were for a whole long seven years trying to get back to
your mother and brother, and you never could run away from your cruel
master before. Oh, dear Jography! of course 'twas Jesus did it all,
and now we're going home together to our own home in dear south of
France."

"Well, missie, perhaps as you're right. Certain sure it is, as I
could never run away before; and I might ha' gone round to the side
o' the sand hill and never heerd that word jography. That word
settled the business for me, Miss Cecile."

"Yes, Joe; and you must love Jesus now, for you see He loves you."

"No, no, missie; nobody never did love Joe since he left off his
mother."

"But Jesus, the good Guide, does. Why, He died for you. You don't
suppose a man would die for you without loving you?"

"Nobody died fur me, Missie Cecile--that ere's nonsense, miss, dear."

"No, Joe; I have it all in a book. The book is called the New
Testament, and Mrs. Moseley gave it to me; and Mrs. Moseley never,
never told a lie to anybody; and she said that nothing was so true in