Wounded soldiers at the hospital of Quincy. The author, with her friend Miss Mildred Aldrich by her side, stands in the back row
"Officer," he replied, "they tell me the Germans are coming, so I am trying to find a place where my family and I can hide."
"Are you sure you aren't on a spying expedition for the English?"
"I didn't know there were any English about here."
"Well, there are. I know it whether you do or not. But where do you live?"
"In Voisins, the little village you see yonder in the valley."
"Yes, I know the place. Well, be off, and don't let me catch you around here again, or I'll shoot you."
The poor soul didn't need much urging, but took to his heels and ran home as fast as his old legs could carry him, telling his wife and daughter not to stir out of the house.
Every morning people discover that rabbits or chickens are missing. Several garden-gates have been forced open, and palings torn away. The German patrols go out at night to water their horses and get food. They have been seen several nights crossing the ford at Voisins.