The sister looked into Philippe's eyes. She seemed much interested in what he had said.
She replied, "You have thought of a very clever plan. You are one who will make much of your life. That is plain to see."
Without wasting any time, the sister and Philippe prepared for the boy's journey.
Soon Philippe was leaving the tiny house with a bundle of lace tucked under his arm. His good friend walked with him as far as the gates of the convent.
As Philippe looked back, he saw the sister standing at the big iron gates, waving to him.
She looked after him and thought, "What a clever little fellow he is!"
She did not know what a disobedient little fellow Philippe really was. Also, she did not know that she was sending him to a thief. But then, neither did Philippe know this. He had told her that Tom and Zelie were his friends and that they were fine people. Philippe honestly believed this.
As he walked, he turned every little while to wave back to the sister. At last the City of Sisters faded from sight.