“Revenge is not sweet to me,” objected Grace. “I am so sorry that I turned the tables on her as I did, but it was an opportunity that I could not miss. At least it served one useful purpose; Madame did not speak to me all the rest of the day. What a heavenly relief. Do you suppose the general knew who she was?” “He may have known who she was, but I do not believe he understood that she was the woman to whom you referred. I hope the general doesn’t find out that he was abusing the woman to her face,” Elfreda chuckled. “He will learn it the first time I see him. I feel that I did an inexcusable thing in drawing him into the muss as I did. I am always doing the wrong thing at the wrong time.” “It is war,” reminded Elfreda. “Ah! Here comes our friend the Chinaman. Good evening, Won. What is it?” “Plenty fline apple,” he answered, emptying out full two quarts of red apples from a gas mask bag. “Oh, isn’t that fine,” glowed Elfreda. “I haven’t had an apple since I left America. Grace, what do you think of that?” “I think Won must have found an orchard in a cellar somewhere. Thank you ever so much. Why do you do so many nice things for us?” “Nicee lady, a-la. Missie see nicee birdie fly fly away?” Won accompanied the words with a wink and knowing smirk. “What do you mean?” demanded Grace, regarding him narrowly. For answer Won formed a spiral in the air with one hand, raising the hand a little higher with each circle, then sending the hand flitting through the air in imitation of a bird’s flight. Grace caught the meaning instantly. “Oh, you mean a bird?” “Les. Plidgin bird. Him fly, a-la. Missie see plidgin fly.” “Did you see it, Won?” “Me savvy. Me see.” “Do you know where they came from, where they were going or who sent them? Understand me?” “Not know. Plenty blad man. Mebby Chinaman blad man.” “Why do you tell me, then?” “Missie no like blad man, no likee plidgin go so,” pointing to the east. “Thank you. I understand. You must keep watch, Won, and let me know who is making the ‘plidgin fly-fly.’” Won nodded and chuckled, then shaking hands with himself, trotted away without another word. “What was that wild heathen talking about?” demanded Elfreda. “You appeared to understand perfectly what he was getting at, but I couldn’t make a single thing out of it.” “He was trying to convey to me that something bad is going on in the Third Army.” “What is the something?”