"The same as in English," answered his friend.
They marched outside to the car. Tom was handcuffed. He walked between two policemen. Zelie walked with Philippe. They entered the big car and started off. Tom was scowling fiercely.
The American smiled and said, "In our country the children sing this song." He sang:
"Off to prison you must go,
You must go,
You must go,
Off to prison you must go,
My fair lady!"
Philippe echoed, "My fair leddy!"
Together they repeated the song, Zelie joining in. Philippe did not understand what he was singing. He did not care, for he was very happy.
The road ran along the beautiful River Meuse (mūz). Philippe watched the patient fishermen sitting on the banks. "How peaceful and quiet it is to stay at home!" he thought.