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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! Tchon! 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!"
"Ah, my poor Tchon!"

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

noticed that Julie was leading him back to the village where Mr. Lion lived, and that she at last stopped at his door. She knocked loudly, and at last the man came to the window, and asked, in a gruff tone, what they wanted. Julie only spoke a few words in a loud whisper, when he hastened down stairs, muttering all the way, and opened the door for them. After bringing the children in, he immediately called up some workmen who slept in the house, and placing them at the doors and windows, with sticks in their hands, he gave them some directions in a frightened tone of voice, and seemed to be expecting something in great alarm. They did not wait long before they heard a voice at one of the window shutters. All the workmen immediately sallied out, and, after a short scuffle, they came in again, bringing with them two men, bound hand and foot, who no sooner uttered a word, than John discovered them to be the same men whose voices he had heard in the meadow. He now found that Julie had overheard them plotting an attack on Mr. Lion's house; and had, in fact, returned good for evil, by coming and warning him of his danger, although he had been so unkind as to refuse them a little food and a night's lodging. The man himself seemed now to be ashamed of his behaviour, for he pulled out a golden coin, and offered it to Julie, but she shook her head, and John stepped forward and put back his hand, for he would not be paid for doing a good action, especially by a man whom he did not respect, even though he felt that that piece of money would be of very great use to him and Julie on their journey: so he took her hand, and without wishing him good-bye, they both left the house, and went to their pleasant beds in the meadow, where they both slept soundly till morning,

when they jumped up betimes, and continued their journey as merrily and happily as usual.

Often and often did John Barton thank God for having brought him and his dear little friend Julie together. Had he unkindly eaten all his fruit, instead of sharing it with the poor little stranger, he never could have managed his journey half so well, so that he felt how true the proverb was that he had heard his mother repeat"a good deed always meets its reward."

By being constantly together, and helping and loving each other, John and Julie at last came to understand each other's signs almost as well as by talking; and, by degrees, John learnt to understand a few words of French, and Julie of English.

At length, after about fifteen days' travelling, by the help of Julie's inquiring the way in all the towns they passed through, and by noticing all the stage coaches that passed them on the road, the two little wanderers entered the city of Paris.

Here then, at last, was our hero in Paris; at which place he had, for the last fortnight, been so anxious to arrive. But how was he to proceed in order to find out the French gentleman, who, he hoped, would be a friend to his mother? He did not even know his name, and as he looked at the rows and rows of houses that surrounded him on all sides of this immense town, his heart almost failed him, when he recollected that he did not even know the name of the street in which the gentleman lived.

However, he tried to keep up his spirits, for he recollected that he had never found grieving or crying do him any good, or help him forward in anything; so he began to think what

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