Part 5 (1/2)

While the morning pa.s.sed, the two children became friends.

As before, the boy and his sister sold their fresh fine vegetables.

People gathered around their booth and clapped for their singing. But n.o.body stopped to buy from the man beside them.

Still, instead of being jealous of Philippe, the stranger kept smiling at his neighbor. When the crowd had gone and it was time to start for home, the man came over to Philippe's booth.

”Did my Zelie tell you of her travels?” he asked Philippe.

”Oh, yes,” replied the boy eagerly. ”What great fortune to be able to wander about the country as you do, sir!”

The man looked at Philippe with those flas.h.i.+ng eyes.

Then he said, ”You could do so, too. You and the singing bird could earn great sums of money wandering about and singing. Why not go?”

Philippe started. Such a thing had never entered his mind. Though he had dreamed of adventure and travel, it had been only a dream.

”Oh, I couldn't, sir,” he answered. ”My mother would not let me go.”

”Ha, ha!” laughed the man good-naturedly. ”It would not be hard to persuade her. Tell her that Zelie and I will take you with us and you will be as safe and comfortable as you are at home.”

Philippe wrinkled his brow. Then he began to prepare to go home.

Somehow, this plan was a little startling. Still, it did tempt him.

He seemed to like the man much better today. Zelie, too, was a splendid companion. All the way home Philippe thought hard.

As the days pa.s.sed, he grew to like Zelie and her father more and more.

Zelie showed Philippe many delightful souvenirs from many parts of Belgium. She had also journeyed to other countries and spoke of those lands.

She was always sweet and happy. But Philippe sometimes wondered why there was a frightened look in her eyes. That frightened look came when she was with her father. She seemed to lose it when she sat talking with Philippe.

The man, whose name was Tom, asked Philippe one day, ”Will you teach Zelie to sing your songs? They are so clever and bright.”

”Certainly, sir,” promised Philippe.

So he taught Zelie all of the little songs that he and Rose sang.

Today the sun was s.h.i.+ning in the market place, and birds were singing.

Philippe felt full of gladness. He met Zelie and her father, who had a smile on his face.

”What a fine day for traveling!” he cried. ”How I should like to start out and wander to far places!”

Tom's sly eyes beamed. He slapped Philippe on the back lightly.

”That is just what Zelie and I are planning,” he said. ”Tomorrow we leave. Why could not you and the singing bird go with us?

”We shall go to every part of Belgium and take along our big organ.