"NOT YET, LITTLE CABBAGE"
Philippe's dream was shattered. He cried himself to sleep that night.
The next day in the market place Tom met the children with an eager question.
"Well? Do we start tomorrow?" he asked.
"My father will not let me go," Philippe said.
The man scowled.
"Foolish," he frowned, "foolish! It would bring you money, and you could make your parents rich."
Philippe scowled, too.
"Yes," he agreed, "I told my father. But still he refuses to allow me to go."