Berry hid his face in his hands.
"Under my chair!" he wailed. "The last of the bunch (sic). And I never ate one!"
"Come, come," said I. "Similarly placed, what would Epicurus have done?"
"I know," said Adèle.
"What?" said Berry.
My wife smiled.
"He'd 've made tracks for Spain," she said.
* * * * *
The French sergeant saluted, Daphne nodded, Berry said, "Down with everything," I touched my hat, and we rolled slowly over the little bridge out of one country into another.
Our reception was very serious.