“But who will make them for him?”
“Victor, perhaps, can make the sword and we can make the cap. That poor Victor will not have a very happy time in the trenches, I fear. Grandfather says the modern fighting is most bewildering.”
“So says my grandfather. How those two talk and argue and fight their old battles over.”
“Yes, when they are not talking about the factories. Over the top, Pom Pom,” cried Lucie as she vainly tried to make the little dog jump over a stick she held.
“He has no ambition to be a poilu,” declared Annette.
“But he must be, or we shall conscript him,” replied Lucie, at which speech of course Annette laughed.
“Do you think it possible that the Germans will come to this place?” asked Lucie after a silence during which Pom Pom was allowed his freedom.
“I do not know,” returned Annette, “but I am afraid sometimes.”
“And I, too, when I go to bed with no papa, no mamma in the house and wake up in the night feeling so alone.”
“I, too, have neither father nor mother.”