Meanwhile the others were making similar endeavors. Tom had got hold of a French boy about his own age.
“Parley vous Français,” said Tom, solemnly.
“Oui,” said the French boy.
“Oui, moosoo,” said Tom.
The French boy smiled.
“Merci, madame,” continued Tom, boldly.
The boy stared.
“Nong—tong—paw,” proceeded Tom, in a business-like manner.
Of this the boy could evidently make nothing.
But here Tom seemed to have reached the limit of his knowledge of French, and the conversation came to a sudden and lamentable end.