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Updated: June 19, 2025
Ze last time he come he tell me how ze new road goes past his house all women and young girls working. It comes from ziss other road zat goes from ze trenches over to ze Rhine. South it goes you see?" he added shrewdly. "So now if you are so clevaire to see a fleur-de-lis where none is intentioned, so zen you can tell, maybe, why will zey build a road zat goes south?"
"It's by Stevenson; I read it," said Archer. "You know ze cave vere ze Scotch man live? So ziss is our cave. Now you lift." The door did not stir at first and Florette, laughing softly, raised the big L band which bent over the top and lay in a rusted padlock eye. "Now." The boys raised the heavy door, to which many strands of the vine clung, and Florette placed a stick to hold it up at an angle.
"Ma foil!" exclaimed Mademoiselle. She seized an end of the boa and drew Gwendolyn to her knee. "You make ze head buzz. Come!" She reached for a book on the school-room table. "Attendez!" "Mademoiselle," persisted Gwendolyn, twining and untwining, "if I do my French fast will you tell me something? What does nouveaux riches mean?" "Nouveaux riches," said Mademoiselle, "is not on ziss page.
In any event, he carried his loathing of the Germans with a fine independence. "In America," he said, "ze people do not know about ziss ziss beast. Here we know. Here in little Mernon our women must work to make ze road down to ze river. Why is zere needed a road to ze river? Why is zere needed ze new road above Basel? To bring back so many prisoners wounded? Bah! Ziss is what zey say. Lies!
"You don't mean they'll take you like they took the people from Belgium, do you?" he asked. "Ziss is worse zan Belgium," Florette sobbed. "Zere ze people can escape to England." "Where would they send you?" Tom asked. "Maybe far north into Prussia. Maybe still in Alsace. All ze familees zey will separate so zey shall meex wiz ze Zhermans." Florette suddenly grasped his hand. "I am glad I see you.
"Doncher believe him, kiddo!" said a soldier. "He was born in Germany. Look on the map." "He's a German spy, Whitey; look out for him." "Alsace ziss is France!" said Frenchy fervently. "Ziss is the United States," shouted a soldier derisively. "Ziss is Hoboken!" chimed in another. "Vive la Hoboken!" shrieked a third. Tom thought he had never laughed so much in all his life.
"I understand," said Tom. "Yess," said Frenchy with great satisfaction. "Zat is how eet is you will understand. My pappa cannot go. Zis is hees home. So he stay stay under ze Zhermans. Ah! For everything, everything, we must pay ze tax. Five hundred soldiers, zey keep, always in zis little village and only seven hundred people. Ziss is ze way. Ugh! Even ze name zey change Dundgart! Ugh!"
"Ziss is what you call blackleest house. You see? So you will hide where I take you. It iss bad, but we cannot help. I give you food and tomorrow in ze night I bring you clothes. Zese I must look for Armand's. You see? Come."
"I will talk in ze American. How you came with ziss button yess? Who have sent you?" To Tom's surprise he spoke English better than either Florette or her brother, and the boys were infinitely grateful and relieved to hear their own language spoken in this remote place. "We are Americans," said Tom. "We escaped from the prison camp across the Alsace border, and we're on our way to the frontier.
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