"PHIL, Phil, they're just comin'. I'm first, 'cause I ran on before; but they're—"
"Who, Tad?" inquired Phil, who was sitting under the shelter of Mother Sophie's cart, very busy finishing a huge hat.
"Why, who should it be but Marie and the baby?"
"You don't say!" cried Phil, jumping up.
"You know I went with Father Jacques to St. Malo, this morning," explained Tad. "Well, the chap at the little place on the quay said the passengers by the boat 'Princess,' had arrived, and was now in the Custom House.
"And says Father Jacques to me, 'My daughter Marie was to come in the "Princess." Wait here a moment while I go up to the Custom House.'
"So I waited, and sure enough, the Customs door opened, and out comes the woman, and on her arm the little un, growed into quite a big boy, and lookin' as though he could run alone as well as me or you."
"Did she see you, Tad?" asked Phil.
"No, I turned sort of sideways so as not to look her in the face.
"But Father Jacques, he calls out to me, 'Here, Edouard, run back to the camp and tell the mother we come.'