"It seemed to me as if we had just saved the whole of France, and had done something that other men could not have done, something simple, and really patriotic. I shall never forget that little face, you may be sure, and if I had to give my opinion about abolishing drums, trumpets, and bugles, I should propose to replace them in every regiment by a pretty girl, and that would be even better than playing the 'Marseillaise.' By Jove! it would put some spirit into a trooper to have a Madonna like that, a living Madonna, by the colonel's side."
He was silent for a few moments, and then with an air of conviction, and jerking his head, continued:
"You see, we are very fond of women, we Frenchmen!"
[1] Forage-caps.
[2] Volunteers, in the Franco-German war of 1870-71, of whom the Germans often made short work when caught.
TWO LITTLE SOLDIERS
Every Sunday, the moment they were dismissed, the two little soldiers made off. Once outside the barracks, they struck out to the right through Courbevoie, walking with long rapid strides, as though they were on a march.
When they were beyond the last of the houses, they slackened pace along the bare, dusty roadway which goes toward Bezons.
They were both small and thin, and looked quite lost in their coats, which were too big and too long. Their sleeves hung down over their hands, and they found their enormous red breeches, which compelled them to waddle, very much in the way. Under their stiff, high helmets their faces had little character—two poor, sallow Breton faces, simple with an almost animal simplicity, and with gentle and quiet blue eyes.