[Ill.u.s.tration: MODERN BRUSSELS IS WELL LAID OUT WITH MANY WIDE AVENUES]
The Englishman remarked, "That is a hard life. It is much better to travel in a motor car." Then he smiled pleasantly and continued, "That is the way we travel. We are leaving for Antwerp tomorrow in our car."
Philippe"s eyes shone. Here were more traveling folks. It seemed to the boy that everyone in the world was traveling except himself.
And while Philippe was thus thinking, the gentlemen were talking together in English.
Suddenly the Englishman turned to Philippe and asked, "How would you like to come along with us to Antwerp? You would make an excellent guide, since you know so much about the country."
Philippe"s heart almost stopped beating.
"Oh, sir," he breathed, "that is very good of you." Then he hesitated.
"But my father would not let me go."
"Where is your father?" asked the gentleman.
"At the restaurant where we lunched, sir. He is in the kitchen," replied Philippe.
"Very well; let us go and see him," suggested the Englishman.
Philippe led the gentlemen back to the restaurant. They followed him into the big kitchen.
There Philippe began to introduce them to Papa Pomme.
But the Englishman and Papa Pomme stared at one another and then they both cried out together, "Well, well, well!"
[Ill.u.s.tration: "WELL, WELL, WELL"]
Philippe was surprised to see that Papa Pomme and this English gentleman already knew each other. They were very happy to meet again.
Papa Pomme turned to Philippe and said, "My boy, here you see a war-time friend of your father"s. We were soldiers together in the World War.
This gentleman was a great hero!"
The Englishman interrupted, "Oh, no, no, my friend, not so great a hero as you."
Then he looked at Papa Pomme"s wooden leg and they both grew serious.
"But come! We have something to ask you," the gentleman suddenly observed. "My friend and I are going to Antwerp tomorrow. Will you allow your son to go along? We promise to take good care of him, and I"m sure he"ll take splendid care of us. For you know, he has guided us through Brussels all day."
Papa Pomme fairly beamed with pride.
Then he said, "It is very kind of you, and I am delighted to have my Philippe go along with you. He has wanted so much to travel. Eh, little Philippe?"
And he pulled the boy"s hair playfully.
"Oh, yes, Papa," joyfully agreed Philippe.
Papa Pomme continued, "And this time, I know that you will be safe, for you will be with an old friend of mine."
Philippe felt like dancing. What a wonderful thing had happened! He was really going on a trip. Of course, it was only to Antwerp, and then for just a few days. But even so, adventures might happen. Had Philippe known what adventure was really coming, he might not have been so happy.
Chapter VII
PHILIPPE RUNS AWAY
In the morning early a very excited little boy stood at the door of a farmhouse and gazed down the road.
Philippe was ready to travel to Antwerp with his friends, the two gentlemen. They had promised to stop by for him, and he had arisen early.
He was now in a state of great excitement. Mother Yvelle stood by his side. Her face was sad. She did not like to see her son leaving her.
They heard a sound. The big motor car was approaching the tiny farm.
"Goodbye, Mamma. I shall be home soon. Do not worry," said Philippe.
He threw his arms about his mother"s neck. The big car stopped before the door. The gentlemen jumped out.
"He will be back in two or three days," said the Englishman to Mother Yvelle. "We shall take good care of him. Have no fear."
Bundling Philippe into the car, the two gentlemen waved cheerily to the Belgian woman. She stood and watched them as they disappeared down the road.
"What is that?" cried the American, looking in surprise at his feet.
The lap robe of the car was moving.
"What can it be?" exclaimed the Englishman.
They lifted the lap robe. There, crouching on the floor of the car and looking up at them with friendly eyes, was Philippe"s dog, Trompke.
"Trompke!" cried Philippe, "How did you get in? Shame!"
The puppy"s tail went thump, thump! on the floor.
"Oh, I"m sorry," said Philippe. "I"ll take him back if you"ll stop the car."
"Never mind," laughed the Englishman. "Let him go along. He must have jumped in while we were saying goodbye to your mother."
"He would not let me go off without him," said Philippe. "He is so used to coming along."
So Trompke made the fourth traveler.
Along the smooth roads they motored. They pa.s.sed tall poplar trees and well-tilled fields. They pa.s.sed busy farmers. Everybody works in Belgium. It is an industrious little country.
They were soon in Antwerp. It is a short drive. They found the city less beautiful than Brussels. It seemed bristling with excitement and business. Some of the streets were picturesque and charming. Others were dirty and filled with rough people.