"Na, Fräulein; don't ask me that. To have that known is as much as my life is worth. But you can be quite certain that I'm not the only person here who gets them."
Japan's declaration of war was the surprise of the Admiral's life, and his rage was almost classic. It was right, though, he said, for the Allies to welcome the yellow Japs to their rainbow collection of soldiers!
Uncle Pista was charmingly funny about Japan one afternoon when Claire, the Admiral, and I went to tea to Aunt Sharolta.
"Japan will regret what she has done," and in anticipation of this his face grew rounder and redder. "There won't be much left of her by the time that Germany's done with her."
"How is Germany going to manage it?"
"By sending ships and men there, of course," he replied, contemptuously.
"And how will Germany manage that?" asked the Admiral, greatly amused.
"How!" repeated the old gentleman. "How does any ship go anywhere? By crossing the sea, of course."
"What about the British Navy on the way?" asked Claire.