An Englishwoman's adventures in the German lines

An Englishwoman’s Adventures In the German Lines
By Gladys Lloyd
London C. Arthur Pearson Ltd. Henrietta Street, W.C. 1914
SKETCH MAP SHOWING POSITION OF PLACES MENTIONED IN THE NARRATIVE

“Albert has gone.”
I jump down from the little vicinal (light railway) train, which always stops so obligingly in Manhay Street opposite the inn, and press Madame Job’s hand in silent sympathy.
“To Liège?” I ask after a pause.
“He is in the forts, Mademoiselle,” she answers tearfully.
So Madame’s son Albert, the baker, is a soldier too. Well, he will do his duty like all these Belgians. But who will bake for the countryside?
“Caught in the war. A nice ending to my summer’s holiday,” I say cheerfully.
“You had better return to England to-day—it will be your last chance,” says a dispatch carrier, a khaki-clad, dusty figure standing before us in the village street.