"What luck!" he cried. "Are you not pleased, Zelie?"
"If you would come it might be jolly," the girl answered.
"Why not?" again thought Philippe. He said, "I'll ask my mother and father tonight. I shall tell you in the morning."
"Good!" Tom smiled. "Zelie and I can wait until the following day to start our journey. Then we four shall set out together."
That night Philippe asked his parents if he might go traveling with Tom and Zelie.
"This is a strange man," said Papa Pomme. "How do you know that he may not be a wicked man? Besides, a wandering life is a hard one, and Baby Rose is too young."
"But I am old and strong, Papa Pomme," begged Philippe. "I shall make great sums of money, too. Do, do let me go."
"Not yet, little cabbage," said Papa Pomme.