The little child, again fixing her large dark eyes on his, and smiling, took some of the strawberries, and began to eat very eagerly, as if she were extremely hungry. When she had finished all the fruit that remained in the leaf, John thought she still seemed to be hungry, and asked her if she would not like some more. The child shook her head, and smiled again. "I cannot make her understand me," thought he; "but I will buy some bread, which will be better for her, for I am sure she looks still hungry." He was accordingly going towards a shop, but directly he attempted to move, the little girl shrieked out "Restez donc, restez donc !"* and caught hold of his jacket lest he should escape. He took hold of her hand, and pointing to the shop, he led her towards it, and gave her a little loaf, which she eat as hungrily as she had before done the fruit. As John Barton stood watching his young acquaintance enjoy his present, he was delighted to see the colour come into her cheeks, and he felt very happy to think he had been able to help a poor little creature who was still more helpless than himself. He now began to think of continuing his journey; shook hands with the little girl, and kissed her, and then made her understand that he must leave her. This, however, he was not suffered to do, for she placed herself before him, and, putting her arm in his, led him on a little way, then stopped and pointed quickly from him to herself two or three times, and clapping her little hands together, and looking up in his face, she nodded and smiled, as if she had arranged that they should go together. John Barton could not help feeling pleased that this little stranger had taken such a fancy to him, especially as he thought he should not be likely to take her

* "O, do stay, do stay!"

from home, as, from her wandering about the streets alone and hungry, he did not think it probable that she lived there; he found also, that he could make this little creature understand his meaning, better than any one else he had spoken to since he had been in France. Well, they were just trotting off together, when suddenly John recollected that he did not know which way he ought to turn to go towards Paris. He turned to his little companion and said, “ Paris, Paris," two or three times; then pointed to himself, and then all around. The child only shook her head and smiled.

John Barton did not know how to make her comprehend his meaning, when just at that moment a stage-coach came by, and stopped just where the two children were standing. On it were some words in French, and among them was one which John made out to be Paris; he pointed to it, and when the little girl saw what he meant she screamed out with joy, and exclaiming, "A Paris! à Paris! O, quel bonheur! nous allons à Paris!"* she skipped about like a little mad thing.

John thus found out that the word Paris was written the same way in France as in England-but that the French people sounded it differently. The little girl now took his hand, and led him straight up the hilly street they were then in, and when they came to the top, she turned round and pointed across the town. John looked round and saw the wide sea, over which he had so lately passed, dancing and sparkling in the sunbeams, at a little distance off. The day was so clear, that he could distinctly see the cliffs of England; and "To Paris! to Paris! O what happiness! let us go to Paris!"

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as he looked upon them, he thought of his own dear mother, and prayed that he might soon return to her with good news. They then entered a gate under some huge walls, on the top of which the trees were growing; and after they had walked through some more streets, they came out at another gate like the former, and they found themselves on a straight road, upon which, at some distance off, John again saw the stage-coach travelling slowly along. They trudged on, keeping it in sight for some time, but it went much faster than they could possibly walk, and so it was not long before they lost it altogether; but still they kept walking on, John every now and then looking at his little companion, to see if she seemed tired. But, on the contrary, she appeared to be gay and brisk, and as if she had been well accustomed to walking; she now and then ran to the side of the road, to gather the weeds which she would stick into John's hat, and then smile in his face, as if trying to shew how happy she was. Once or twice she endeavoured to get his bundle from him, but when he found that she only wanted to carry it for him, that she might save him the trouble, he would not let her have it, though she continually put her hand on it. However, when she found nothing could make him give it up, she ran and gathered some very large dock-leaves out of the hedge, and held them over John's and her own head to keep the heat of the sun off, all the time smiling and playing several little graceful tricks, as if she mocked a fine lady with her parasol, to the great delight of our friend John, who, as he watched her sweet cheerful countenance and winning actions, thought he had never beheld such a pretty creature in all his life. Suddenly she stopped, and pointing to herself, she said, "Julie, Julie;”