The stout commandant piqued himself on French. In one of the rooms of the farm he asked:
"You are comfortable here, aren't you?"
And the women, pickled in respect, answered all with one voice:
"Oh, yes, sir, yes!"
"You get good soup, don't you?"
"Oh, yes, sir, yes!"
"You get a lot of bread, don't you?"
"Oh, yes, sir, yes!"
"When you reach France you will tell the French you have been leniently dealt with, won't you?"
"Oh, yes, sir, yes!"