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The Children's Pilgrimage by L. T. Meade
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half-sovereign for a rainy day, Cecile."

"That's what Mr. Preston said when he gave it," echoed Cecile. And
then the kind-hearted servant hurried downstairs to complete her
arrangements.

"Maurice," said Cecile, stooping down and waking her little brother.
"Get up, Maurice, darling; 'tis time for us to commence our journey."

"Oh, Cecile!" said the little fellow, "in the very middle of the
night, and I'm so sleepy."

"For Toby's sake, Maurice, dear."

"Toby shall have no yard of rope, wicked Aunt Lydia," said Maurice
at these words, starting up and rubbing his brown eyes to try and
open them. Ten minutes later the three little pilgrims were in the
kitchen being regaled with cake and hot coffee, which even Toby
partook of with considerable relish.

Then Jane, taking a hand of each little child, led them quietly out,
and without any noise they all--even Toby--got into the light cart,
and were off, numberless twinkling stars looking down on them. Lydia
Purcell, believing she had the purse in her hand, was sleeping the
sleep of the sin-laden and unhappy. She thought that broken and
miserable rest worth the money treasure she believed she had secured.
She little guessed that already it had taken to itself wings, and was
lying against the calm and trustful heart of a little child; but the
stars knew, and they smiled on the children as they drove away.

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