Handing it to Philippe, she said, "Take this, little one, and ride to Bruges on it. That way you will reach your friends quickly and save your strength."
Philippe hesitated at first.
Then he took the money and said, "I can never thank you enough. But I shall return this money to you. You shall see."
After Philippe had washed and prepared to leave, he said to his new friend, "I have heard so much about the fine lace which is made by the sisters of the convent. May I see some of it?"
The good woman smiled and led the boy to another room to show him her work.
But suddenly Philippe started and looked about him with troubled eyes.
"My sister!" he cried, "I had a little dog. I almost forgot about him!"
"I saw your little dog," the sister answered. "He came in with you. But now he has disappeared."
Philippe began calling, "Trompke! Trompke!"