"See!" said her sweet voice. "Whoever will drink this ink shall, by-and-by, be my little husband!"
Met-à-Mort and the rest exploded with laughter.
When we resumed our game, I discovered that I had lost all interest in it. Georgette's words haunted me.
Cries of joy arose from our camp. The enemy's vivandière had been captured. I was told off to guard the prisoner; you may guess whether I was happy!
"SHE WAS GROWING IMPATIENT."
Georgette tried bribery.
"Oh! let me go! let me go! and I will give you ten pens."
Much I cared for her pens!
"Did you mean what you said just now, mademoiselle?" I timidly inquired.