He was looking out of a window. It was so dark that Philippe could not see Tom's face very clearly. But his voice was cheery.
"Hello, my lad," he called. "So you've come to us at last!"
Philippe ran up the steps, and Tom let him into the house. It was a poor house and smelled musty and old.
Tom was very pleased to see the boy.
"I knew that some day you would come," he said, slapping Philippe on the back. "You are a fine brave lad, and we shall have a splendid life together, wandering on the road."
"YOU ARE A FINE, BRAVE LAD"
"Where is Zelie?" asked Philippe.
"Ah, she will soon be home. She is so busy. She works very late sometimes," answered Tom smiling.