“But hush! I hear a bell tolling,” said Button.
“Yes, they toll the bell when a funeral enters the gate just as they do in all cemeteries,” explained Duke.
“Look, fellows!” said Stubby. “There comes a little white hearse just like the ones they use to take babies to the cemetery, and see the autos that are following! Why, it is a regular funeral, with a wreath of flowers on the casket and everything else complete!”
“Certainly! Everything is done just as it is in a cemetery for people and not one thing is left out,” replied Duke. “If you should walk through, you would see on some of the graves the playthings the dogs liked when alive.”
“Really?” said Stubby in amazement.
“Yes, really!” replied Duke. “I had hoped to be buried there myself some day, but now I expect my grave will be a shell hole on the field of battle.”
“Oh, no, it won’t now since you are going to America with us.”
“Over there your grave will probably be made under a rose bush or in some nice quiet orchard or back yard of the family with whom you live,” said Billy.
While they had been talking, the boat drifted away past the cemetery and they were getting near Paris. They had just fixed themselves comfortably on deck to enjoy the approach to the city and watch the people on the banks and wharfs as the boat floated by when the Captain appeared and said,
“Sorry to disturb you, fellows, but it is necessary that we shut you below while we are in the city. If we don’t, some one may see you who has read the papers offering a reward for you and they would come aboard and take you off.”