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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!"
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 ;” then pointing to him, she looked up in his face with an asking look, to which he replied, “ John,” for he could not but directly understand that she meant to tell him her name and inquire his.
“ Tchon! T'chon! Ah, que c'est drole ! * exclaimed the child, laughing, and again she frisked about; then she came back to him, and stroking his face, said, in a half-laughing, half-soothing tone, " Ah, mon pauvre Tchon!”
Little John could not help laughing too, so he patted her on the cheek, saying, “O, you dear little Julie!” which made her laugh and skip about ten times more; so these two merry little travellers went on and on, for many a long mile, without feeling tired, so happy they were with each other.
It was about four o'clock in the afternoon, when they began to feel both hungry and tired, so John began to look about for some house where they might rest and get something to eat; and as he spied a cottage at a little distance, he went towards it, and, upon looking in, he saw a woman standing at a table, cutting some slices off an immensely large brown loaf, and giving a piece to each of her children, six of whom were sitting round the table, with a large bowl of milk before them. Julie, who had likewise peeped in, went towards the woman, and said something to her, when immediately the good woman came to where John was standing, and led him to the table, where she made him sit down, and placed a bowl of milk and two large slices of bread before him and Julie, all the time encouraging them to eat by her kind looks and tone of voice. They were soon quite at home with this good
* “Tchon! Tchon! O, how droll!”
family, for though they could not make out a single word that John said, yet his goodnatured face, and, to them, curious language, soon won the children to take a fancy to him; and as for Julie, no one could look at her beautiful face and winning manners, without loving her directly. When they had finished their pleasant meal, John took out two of his sous, and offered them timidly to the woman, who put back his hand, with some remarks, which John could not understand, but he saw by her action that she refused his money; he thanked her very heartily several times, hoping, by the tone of his voice, to make himself understood; and he took hold of her hand, and drew her face towards him, and kissed her very affectionately. The woman returned his caresses with a very gentle manner, and then went towards a door at the other end of the apartment. She opened it, and pointing to a small bed which stood in the next room, looked at him, and then spoke some words to Julie. John shook his head, in token that they had no place to sleep in, and the good woman seemed to settle that they should remain with her that night. Our two little travellers, after a good game of romps with the children of the cottage, on some hay which was lying in a field behind the house, went to bed, and slept soundly till six o'clock on the following morning. The good woman having given them some bread and milk for breakfast, our two little travellers took an affectionate leave of her, and proceeded on their journey. We will not follow them, day by day, in all their adventures : it will be sufficient to say, that what with John's goodnatured face, and frank active manners, together with Julie's pretty voice, and sweet engaging looks when she spoke to strangers, our two little wanderers were never in want of a supper or a bed. Once, indeed, they met with a very cross man, who would have nothing to say to them; so that they were forced to endure the pain of hunger, and lie all night in the open air; but even then they were not downhearted, for John luckily found some wild strawberries, which he gathered for Julie; and when night came, he made up a nice bed for her on some hay, which he piled up in the corner of a meadow, under a thick hedge, and covered her up with his coarse, but warm, blue sea-jacket. It was, fortunately, a fine warm night in July, so that, instead of feeling sorry they had no bed, John could not help being very grateful and happy, as he looked up at the deep blue sky over his head, which was sparkling with thousands of bright stars. As he was silently thanking God for his protection, and for being able to help himself, he suddenly heard voices on the other side of the hedge. He listened, but could not make out a word, as the voices talked in French. He rose softly from his bed of hay, and crept to that of Julie, who was at a little distance. He awakened her very gently, and placed his fingers on his lips, in token that she should listen in silence. Julie, who saw his signs by the star-light, after having hearkened to the voices with great attention, suddenly started up, and drew John quietly, but quickly from the spot. He saw that her face was much agitated, and she looked pale and frightened. He had distinguished in the midst of the conversation he had just overheard, the name of the cross man, who had refused them a supper and bed' that evening. He particularly recollected it, because it was written over the man's door, "Lion;" and Julie had laughed when she read it, as if she had meant to say that it was a good name for such a cross person. Well, he now