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out and buy something and send it off without knowing who had handled it." This was the cook's idea of patriotism, which I shared most heartily, having at one time had nothing but "bully beef" and dried beans as constant diet for nearly a fortnight. The coachman and inside man sealed the crocks and tins, prepared and forwarded the packages. "Oh, there's one for everybody! Even the boys of the city who haven't got a family to look after them. They must be mighty glad Madame's alive. We put in one or two post cards, views of the town. That cheers them up and makes them feel they're not forgotten here in R----." One afternoon on descending into the kitchen we beheld two sturdy looking fellows seated at table and eating with ravenous appetite. One was an artilleryman who had but a single arm, the other a _chasseur_, whose much bandaged leg was reposing upon a stool. "They are wounded men on convalescent leave," explained Armandine. "The poor fellows need a little humouring so that they'll build up the quicker, and an extra meal surely can't hurt!" This was certainly the opinion of the two invalids who had just disposed of a most generous bacon omelet, and were about to dig into a jar of _pate_. Armandine and Nicholas watched them eat with evident admiration, fairly drinking up their words when between mouthsful they would stop for breath and deign to speak. Their rustic eloquence was like magic balm poured onto a constantly burning, ulcerated sore. "Your son? Why, of course, he'll turn up!" the artilleryman assured them. "But he hasn't written a line!" "That's nothing. Now just suppose that correspondence is forbidden in his sector for the time being." "I know, but it's three months since we heard from him. We've written everywhere, to all the authorities, and never get any returns--except now and then a card saying that they're giving the matter their attention. That's an awfully bad sign, isn't it?" "Not at all, not at all," chimed in the _chasseur_. "Why, some of the missing have been found in other regiments, or even in the depots, and nobody knows how they got there. "Three months? Why, that's not long. After the battle of the Marne my poor old mother had them say Heaven knows how many masses for the repose of my soul; for four months and three days she never heard a thing of me, and I'd written her regularly every week. "Yes, and what are you going to do if the letter carrie
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