And at the end the four large caissons of ammunition and the munition wagons.
Burette and Morin, the clerks, cannot make a simple tent do. More comfortable quarters are necessary for their work.
After a day of hunting around Burette came back to camp, radiant.
“Mon vieux, I’ve found something wonderful. We’ll live like princes.”
“Where did you get it?”
“Some fine people. It’s next to the mayor’s.”
“Mince! You look well. Did they offer you the house?”
“You’ll see. It’s better than that.”
“Better than that!”