The calls of "Uncle Philip, Uncle Philip!" sounded with more vigor than usual, because the children had not expected him back so soon, and therefore had to celebrate his coming with double energy.

Uncle Philip was immediately surrounded, and eight arms held him so tight that there was no use in struggling.
"Just look at my young nobleman up there," he said, vainly trying to get free.

"He certainly knows what it means to remain firmly at his post and do his duty.

If he had not held the reins tightly, your wild cries would have driven horses and carriage down the ravine long ago." All arms suddenly dropped and all eyes were directed towards the figure on the coachman's seat.

In the unexpected joy of their uncle's return nobody had noticed the boy.