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"C'est un petit garçon de l'Armistice" with a happy blush. "Ah, let us hope that he will always be a little child of peace." But in another moment she is playing with him, chucking him under the chin. "Tiens, mon coco! Viens, mon petit soldat you must grow up strong and big, for you are another little soldier for France."
"Look, they are giving Louise day after tomorrow at the Opera Comique.... Won't you come; with me?" "No, I should cry too much." "I'll cry too." "But it's not..." "Cest l'armistice," interrupted Andrews. They both laughed! "All right! Meet me at the cafe at the end of the Boul' Mich' at a quarter past seven.... But you probably won't come." "I swear I will," cried Andrews eagerly. "We'll see!"
Into the quiet hallway there came the distant sound of the signal guns. "C'est l'armistice!" cried Suzanne, and suddenly broke into wild hysterical sobbing. All the way down-stairs Audrey was praying, not articulately, but in her heart, that this was indeed the end; that the grapes of wrath had all been trampled; that the nations of the world might again look forward instead of back.
It has to be noted that both in the armistice and in the peace treaty the most serious decisions were arrived at almost incidentally; moreover they were always vitiated by slight concessions apparently of importance. On November 2, 1917, when the representatives of the different nations met at Paris to fix the terms of armistice, M. Tardieu relates, the question of reparation for damages was decided quite incidentally. It is worth while reproducing what he says in his book, taken from the official report: M. CLEMENCEAU: Je voudrais venir maintenant sur la question des réparations et des tonnages. On ne comprenderait pas chez nous, en France, que nous n'inscrivions pas dans l'armistice une clause
"Que voulez-vous, Monsieur, c'est l'armistice." "The greatest fake about all this war business is the peace. I tell you, not till the hors d'oeuvre has been restored to its proper abundance and variety will I admit that the war's over." The waitress tittered. "Things aren't what they used to be," she said, going back to the kitchen.