"But that's a way Jesus has, Jography. He does not always tell people when He is sending them. But He does send them all the same. It's very simple, dear Jography, but I was a long, long time learning about it. For a long time I thought Jesus came His own self, and 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 the world as this book. It's all about Jesus dying for us. Oh, Jography! I _cry_ when I read it, and I will read it to you. Only it is very sad. It's all about the lovely life of Jesus, and then how He was killed--and He let it be done for you and me. You will love Jesus when I read from the New Testament about Him, Joe." "I'd like to hear it, Missie, darling--and I love you now." "And I love you, poor, poor Joe--and here is a kiss for you, Joe. And now I must go to sleep." CHAPTER V. OUTSIDE CAEN.