A COURTYARD IN MONTMARTRE
"I just must kiss you," I explained, "because the news is good!"
From one end to the other of the entire social scale the children have this self same spirit.
Seated at the dining-room table, a big spot of violet ink on one cheek, I found little Jules Gauthier carefully copying something in a note book.
"What are you doing there, Jules?"
"Writing in my book, Madame."
"What are you writing?"
"About the war, everything I can remember."