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m.--about. After making a brief toilet by sousing our
several faces in a pail of water, we have just breakfasted--sketchily--
on wine and almonds. It would seem that the German army feeds its
prisoners, but makes no such provision for its guests. On the whole I
think I should prefer being a prisoner.
We have offered our landlady any amount within reason for a pot of
coffee and some toasted bread; but she protests, calling on Heaven to
witness the truth of her words, that there is nothing to eat in the
house--that the Germans have eaten up all her store of food, and that
her old mother is already beginning to starve. Yet certain appetizing
smells, which come down the staircase from upstairs when the door is
opened, lead me to believe she is deceiving us. I do not blame her for
treasuring what she has for her own flesh and blood; but I certainly
could enjoy a couple of fried eggs.
Nine a. m. Mittendorfer has been in, with vague remarks concerning our
automobile. Something warns me this young man is trifling with us.


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