“We’d have to become farmers ourselves,” giggled Bobby.
The peasant, evidently feeling awed by his surroundings, entered the bureau.
Once inside he gazed about him with a sort of abstracted air, uttered a few observations which caused titters of laughter to run around the room, and, presently, remarked to Jason Hamlin:
“This war hasn’t done any good to farming. Pretty big map on the wall. What’s it there for?”
Repressing a smile, T. Singleton Albert attempted to explain, in his own peculiar style of French, whereupon the visiting farmer exclaimed:
“Too bad! But I don’t speak any language except that of my own country.”
A loud laugh went up at the expense of the furiously-blushing Drugstore.
And then Don took it upon himself to impart the information.
“I see!” exclaimed the peasant, musingly.
He walked over to the map and began to examine it, his expression, however, indicating an utter lack of comprehension.