"THANK YOU, BUT I DO NOT NEED YOUR ADVICE," HE SAID
Philippe watched him as he began to throw his vegetables into a barrel and prepare to leave. He whistled as he did so.
Philippe lifted Rose from the counter and they, too, made preparations for departure.
All the way home, the boy seemed to see before him that stranger's face.
When the children reached home, a surprise awaited them.
"Papa Pomme is home! Hurrah!" cried Philippe.
Sometimes Papa Pomme came home to dinner, and that was a great treat. But this evening Papa Pomme looked grave. He began to talk with Mother Yvelle. Philippe listened.
"They say that this thief has stolen from several farms about here," said Papa Pomme. "You had better warn Emile to watch."
"A thief, Papa?" asked Philippe, whose eyes were very big.