The sister looked serious.
"My boy, does your mother know what you are doing?" she asked.
Philippe shook his head slowly and said, "But I shall write to her now if you will please give me a pen and some paper."
After he had written to his parents, the boy looked up and found the good sister"s gaze upon him.
"Why don"t you give up this idea and go home?" she asked.
But Philippe laughed.
"Oh, no," he replied, "I could not do that now. Why, Tom says I shall make great sums of money! Tom is a fine fellow! Oh, my parents will be glad that I went, when I make them rich."
But still the sister seemed worried.
"Stay with me a day or so," she urged. "You are worn out with your long walk. Let me give you rest and food. Then perhaps we may find a way to send you to Bruges."
Philippe patted her rough, capable hand.
"Thank you, my sister," he said, "but I must waste no time."
Then the sister arose and went to a little table. She took from a drawer a linen bag. From the bag she brought forth some money.
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Handing it to Philippe, she said, "Take this, little one, and ride to Bruges on it. That way you will reach your friends quickly and save your strength."
Philippe hesitated at first.
Then he took the money and said, "I can never thank you enough. But I shall return this money to you. You shall see."
After Philippe had washed and prepared to leave, he said to his new friend, "I have heard so much about the fine lace which is made by the sisters of the convent. May I see some of it?"
The good woman smiled and led the boy to another room to show him her work.
But suddenly Philippe started and looked about him with troubled eyes.
"My sister!" he cried, "I had a little dog. I almost forgot about him!"
"I saw your little dog," the sister answered. "He came in with you. But now he has disappeared."
Philippe began calling, "Trompke! Trompke!"
The sister helped him search the house.
"I cannot imagine where he went," exclaimed the sister.
Then they saw a strange sight.
From the big workbasket, where the sister kept her lace, came Trompke.
He was completely wrapped in beautiful lace. He looked like a bride. His train was long and flowing. Upon his head was a lace cap. His dog face peered forth anxiously.
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His tail stirred the lace train as it wagged, as if it were asking, "Were you looking for me?" For, you know, dogs speak with their tails.
Trompke waddled up to Philippe and continued to talk in tail language as if he were saying, "I was fast asleep in the workbasket. I was very tired. The lace was soft."
As soon as Philippe recovered from his amazement, he fell on his knees and began to untangle the lace from the dog"s body.
"Oh, Trompke! Shame, Trompke!" he cried.
But the sister was laughing so hard that her kind, red face grew even redder than usual.
"Do not scold him," she said, "He did no harm. Oh, what a funny sight!"
And again the good sister went into peals of laughter. Her mirth started Philippe to thinking. A plan was forming in his mind.
Suddenly he jumped to his feet and exclaimed, "My sister, I have thought of a plan!"
The sister wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes. She listened to the boy.
"It suddenly came to me as you were laughing," he said, "that if the sight of Trompke seemed so funny to you, why would it not be funny to others?"
The sister gave signs of exploding again at the mention of lace-gowned Trompke.
But Philippe went on, "Give me some of your lace. I will dress Trompke as a bride in the market place of Bruges. People will stop. And when they stop, I shall sell them your lace. I shall be able, then, to repay you."
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.