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 shining 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. Zelie will play the organ, while you and Baby Rose sing."
Philippe's heart pounded. Yes, why not? He looked at Zelie. He thought she must be delighted. But he was amazed to see a look of fear in her little dark face.