when jane parsons left the children, and they found themselves in that comfortable first-class railway carriage on their way to london, maurice and toby, with contented sighs, settled themselves to resume their much-disturbed sleep. but cecile, on whom the responsibility devolved, sat upright without even thinking of slumbering. she was a little pilgrim beginning a very long pilgrimage. what right had she to think of repose? it was perfectly natural for maurice and toby to shut their eyes and go off into the land of dreams; they were only following in her footsteps, doing trustfully just what she told them. but for the head of the pilgrim band, the "great heart" of the little party, such a pleasant and, under other circumstances, desirable course was impossible.
when the train had first moved off she had taken the precious purse, which hitherto she had held in her hand, and restored it to its old hiding place in the bosom of her frock. had she but known it, her treasure was safe enough there, for no one could suspect so poor-looking a child of possessing so large a sum of money. after doing this cecile sat very upright, gravely watching, with her sweet wide-open blue eyes, the darkness they rushed through, and the occasional lights of the sleepy little stations which they passed. now and then they stopped at one of these out-of-the-way stations, and then a very weary-looking porter would come yawning up, and there would be a languid attempt at bustle and movement, and then the night mail would rush on again into the winter's night. yes, it was mid-winter now, and bitterly cold. the days, too, were at their very shortest, for it was just the beginning of december, and by the time they reached victoria, not a blink of real light from the sky had yet come.
maurice felt really cross when he was awakened a second time in what seemed like the middle of the night, and even long-suffering toby acknowledged to himself that it was very unpleasant.
but cecile's clear eyes looked up with all kinds of thanks into the face of the big guard as he put them into a cab, and gave the cabby directions where to drive them to.
"a sweet child, bless her," he said to himself, as he turned away. the cabby had been desired to drive the children to mrs. west's home, and the address jane had written out was in his hand. the guard, too, had paid the fare; and cecile was told that in about half an hour they would all find themselves in snug quarters.
"will they give us breakfast in 'snug quarters'?" asked maurice, who always took things literally. "i wonder, cecile, if 'snug quarters' will be nice?"
alas! poor little children. when the cab at last drew up at the door in c—— street, and the cabby got down and rang the bell, and then inquired for mrs. west, he was met by the discouraging information that mrs. west had left that address quite a year ago. no, they could not tell where she had gone, but they fancied it was to america.
"what am i to do now with you two little tots, and that 'ere dawg?" said the cabby, coming up to the cab door. "there ain't no mrs. west yere. and that 'ere young party"—with a jerk of his thumb at the slatternly little individual who stood watching and grinning on the steps—"her says as mrs. west have gone to 'mericy. ain't there no one else as i can take you to, little uns?"
"no, thank you," answered cecile. "we'll get out, please, cabby. this is a nice dry street. me, and maurice, and toby can walk a good bit. you couldn't tell us though, please, what's the nearest way from here to france?"
"to france! bless yer little heart, i knows no jography. but look yere, little un. ha'n't you no other friends as i could take you to? i will, and charge no fare. there! i'll be generous for the sake of that pretty little face."
but cecile only shook her head.
"we don't know nobody, thank you, cabby," she said, "except one girl, and i never learned where her home was. we may meet her if we walk about, and i want very badly, very badly, indeed, to see her again."
"well, my dear, i'm feared as i must leave you, though i don't like to."
"oh, yes! and thank you for the drive." here cecile held out her little hand to the big rough cabby, and maurice instantly followed her example; but toby, who in his heart of hearts saw no reason for this excessive friendliness, stood by without allowing his tail to move a quarter of an inch. then the little party turned the corner and were lost to view.
"they aren't at all snug quarters, cecile," said maurice, in a complaining tone.
"oh, darling!" answered cecile, "they aren't so bad. see, the sun is coming out, and it will be quite pleasant to walk, and we're back in london again. we know london, you must not forget, maurice. and, maurice, me and you have got to be very brave now. we have a great, great deal before us. we have got something very difficult but very splendid to do. we have got to be very brave, maurice, and we must not forget that we are a little french boy and girl, and not disgrace ourselves before the english children."
"and has toby got to be brave too?" asked maurice.
"yes, toby is always brave, i think. now, maurice, listen to me. the first thing we'll do is to get some breakfast. i have got all your half-sovereign. you don't forget your half-sovereign. we will spend a little, a very little, of that on some breakfast, and then afterward we will look for a little room where we can live until i find out from someone the right way to go to france."
the thought of breakfast cheered maurice up very much, and when a few moments later the two children and the dog found themselves standing before a coffee-stall, and maurice had taken two or three sips of his sweet and hot coffee and had attacked with much vigor a great hunch of bread and butter, life began once more to assume pleasant hues to his baby mind. cecile paid for the coffee and bread and butter with her half sovereign; and though the man at the coffee stall looked at it very hard, and also looked at her, and tested the good money by flinging it up and down on the stall several times and even taking it between his teeth and giving it a little bite, he returned the right change, saying, as he did so, "put that away careful, young un, or you're safe to be robbed." but again the poor look of the little group proved their safeguard. for cecile and maurice in their hurry had come away in their shabbiest clothes, and cecile's hat was even a little torn at the brim, and maurice's toes were peeping out of his worn little boots, and his trousers were patched. this was all the better for cecile's hidden treasure, and as she was a wise little girl, she took the hint given her by the coffee-man, and not only hid her money, but next time she wanted anything offered very small change. this was rendered easy, for the man at the coffee-stall had given her mostly sixpences and pence.
the sun was now shining brilliantly. the day was frosty and bright; there would be a bitter night further on, but just now the air was fresh and invigorating. the children and dog, cheered and warmed by their breakfast, stepped along gayly, and cecile began to think that going on pilgrimage was not such a bad thing.
having no one to consult, cecile was yet making up her plans with rare wisdom for so young a child. they would walk back to the part of london that they knew. from there they would make their inquiries, those inquiries which were to land them in france. in their old quarters, perhaps in their old home, they might get lodgings.
walking straight on, cecile asked every policeman she met to direct them to bloomsbury, but whether the police were careless and told them wrong, whether the distance was too great, or whether cecile's little head was too young to remember, noon came, and noon passed, and they were still far, far away from the court where their father and stepmother had died.
