The boy examined every booth. But there was no sign of Tom or Zelie.
Meanwhile the sister's lace was selling fast. People stopped to laugh and to pet Trompke. The little boy explained to them about the lace.
"The finest lace in all the world, madam," said he, "made by the sisters in Ghent. A very excellent bargain."
Philippe sold all his lace and found his pockets bulging with money. How pleased the good sister would be!
HE DRESSED TROMPKE AS A BRIDE
Besides, he had made extra money for himself. People gave him extra money because they liked his sweet voice and because Trompke made them laugh.
But the heart of Philippe was heavy. He had not seen Tom and Zelie! He was in a strange city; he was far from home, and it was growing late.
Philippe now walked slowly to the post office. Here he sent away two letters. One was to his father.