"I suppose that's who she means," agreed Jack, as the landlady, who gave her name as Madame Reboux, withdrew.
The boys were busy unpacking their few belongings, for they had not brought much to Paris, not intending to stay long, when they heard voices in the hall outside their room. And at the tones of a certain voice Tom and Jack started and looked at one another.
"Listen!" exclaimed Tom.
"If I wasn't afraid you'd say I was dreaming, I'd say I knew that voice!" murmured Jack.
"I'd say the same," added Tom.
"Who would you say it was?" his chum challenged.
"Well, for a starter—"
He paused, for the voice sounded more plainly now, and it said:
"Yes, this is the right place, Mother. Oh, do you think the boys are here yet?"
"It surely will be a pleasure to meet them again," said another voice, evidently that of a woman, the other having been a girl's.
"I hope they won't have forgotten us," the girl went on, and at that Jack could no longer keep quiet. He rushed to the door, opened it, and cried:
"Bessie! Is that you?"
"Oh, it's Jack! Mother, here's Jack!" cried
