Jean-Baptiste
But I don't want to make you cry more, p'tite. You're so little.
Angélique
I'm not very little. I'm bigger than Anne-Marie Dupont, and she's eight.
Jean-Baptiste
But no. She's not eight till next month. She told me.
Angélique
Oh, well—next month. Me, I want to hear about the brave 'Mericans. Did they make this ditch to stand in and shoot the wicked Germans?
Jean-Baptiste
They didn't make it, but they fought the wicked Germans in a brave, wonderful charge, the bravest sort, the grandfather said. And they took the ditch away from the wicked Germans, and then—maybe you'll cry.