The Children's Pilgrimage

n very, very slowly, and s

must just get right into bed, and I'll lie down and put my arms round you, and Toby shall lie at your feet. You'll soo

umor even to be comforted by what at most times he consider

Purcell," he said;

rance has never sent her any money all this time? And you know how reliable our cousin always was; and Aunt Lydia says if the money does not come soon, she will send us away, quite away to a

rance won't send the money, Cecile? Couldn't you write, or ge

Maurice, and the red, red apples to eat with bread in the fields? 'Tis only the last few days Aunt Lydia has got really unkind, and perhaps we are very expensive little children. Besides, Maurice, darling, I did not l

dog?" asked Maurice, opening hi

aid Toby should have a yard of rope, and 'twould be cheaper

nto his neck, and even up to the roots of his hair, that Cecile g

oh! oh!" and here he buried hi

o me," implored his sister. "Maurice,

"But, oh! Cecile, you must never be angry with me for hating Aunt Lydia again. Cecile, Aunt Ly

e," asked Cecile, he

o be hung, hung till he dies. Our Toby is to be murdered, Ceci

do you know? Mauric

o one of the trees by a bit of rope, and the poor dog was dead, and a big boy stood by. Toby howled when he saw the dog, and the big boy laughed; and

id, 'But

oy was a murderer, and I would not stay in the wood all day, and

, and Cecile and Toby had both as much as they

had been persuaded to ge

suffer. We won't go into no Union wherever it is, and if the mone

and comforted by the warmth of his little bed, he closed his eyes and dropped asl

he children were talking about some possible fate for him, and, by their tones and great distress, he guessed that the fate was not a pleasant one. He had his anxious moments during that half hour. But when Maurice dropped asleep and Cecile sat droopingly by his side,

m very tight, "Toby! I'd rather have a yard

d as much

don't let's think of it," and

rrived. Would it not be best for Cecile, Maurice, and Toby to set off at once on that mission into France? Would it not be wisest, young as Cecile was, to begin the great search for Lovedy without delay? The little girl thought she had bet

, Toby, right across to the New Jerusalem and the Celestial City. But I want Him to guide us into the south of France. He's so kind He would take us into his arms when we were tired and rest us. You and me, Toby, are strong, but Ma

his expressive eyes, and wagging h

leep, and all the house was still, a messe

from our view, she would have seen the Guide she longed for. For Jesus came down, and in her sleep took Mrs. Bell across the r

mhouse. I think He entered an attic bedroom and bent over two sleeping children, and smiled on them, and blessed them,

ers. Every trace of care had left her brow. The

room, Jesus stooped down a