“Doncher believe him, kiddo!” said a soldier. “He was born in Germany. Look on the map.”
“He’s a German spy, Whitey; look out for him.”
“Alsace—ziss is France!” said Frenchy fervently.
“Ziss is the United States,” shouted a soldier derisively.
“Ziss is Hoboken!” chimed in another.
“Vive la Hoboken!” shrieked a third.
Tom thought he had never laughed so much in all his life.