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Amélie said with a grin next morning, "Eh, bien, only one thing is needed to complete our experiences that a bomb should fall shy of its aim the railroad down there and wipe Huiry off the map, and write it in history." I am sorry that you find holes in my letters. It is your own fault. You do not see this war from my point of view yet alas! But you will. Make a note of that.
Yet you must forgive me if I say that none of us know one another, and, likewise, that appearances are often deceptive. What you are pleased to call my "pride" has helped me a little. No one can decide for another the proper moment for striking one's colors. I am sure that you or for that matter any other American never heard of Huiry. Yet it is a little hamlet less than thirty miles from Paris.
However, the tea was extra good sent me from California for Christmas and I set the table with all my prettiest things, and the boys seemed to enjoy themselves. They told me before leaving that never since they were at the front had they been anywhere so well received or so comfortable as they have been here, and that it would be a long time before they "forgot Huiry."
There are no fires, and we are literally refrigerated. However, we shall not stay long, as I am returning to the trenches in a day or two. It will hardly be warm there, but I shall have less time to remember how much more than comfortable I was at Huiry. We made a fairly decent trip to this place, but I assure you that, in spite of my "extreme youth," I was near to being frozen en route.
Even the railway station was closed, and the empty cars stood, locked, on the side- tracks. It was strangely silent. I don't know how many people there are at Voisins. I hear that there is no one at Quincy. As for Huiry? Well, our population everyone accounted for before the mobilization was twenty-nine. The hamlet consists of only nine houses. Today we are six grown people and seven children.
"My dear lady," he replied, "go and write your letter, write anything you like, and when I come down I will take charge of it and guarantee that it shall go through, uncensored, no matter what it contains." So I wrote to tell Captain Simpson that all was well at Huiry, that we had escaped, and were still grateful for all the trouble he had taken.
La Creste, Huiry, Couilly. S et M. September 16, 1914 Dear Old Girl: More and more I find that we humans are queer animals. All through those early, busy, exciting days of September, can it be only a fortnight ago? I was possessed, like the "busy bee," to "employ each shining hour" by writing out my adventures.
The following day, however the 4th we retraced our steps somewhat, and halted to bivouac a short distance west of a village named La Haute Maison roughly about six miles from you. I immediately asked permission to ride over to Huiry. The Major, with much regret, declined to let me leave, and, since we received orders to march again an hour later, he was right. We marched all that night.
This got to be his first show trick. Everyone came to see Khaki eat "with his fingers." All Amélie's efforts to induce him to adopt the diet of all the other cats in Huiry failed. Finally I said: "What does he want, Amélie? What do cats, who will not eat soup, eat?" Reluctantly I got it "Liver." Well, I should think he did. He eats it twice a day.
This seemed to strike both of them as unbelievable, and they only stared at me as if trying to put me out of countenance. In the meantime, some of the people of Huiry, interested always in gendarmes, were standing at the top of the hill watching the scene, so I said: "Suppose you come inside and I will answer your questions there," and I opened the door of the salon, and went in.
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