_Tommy_. "CLEANIN' ME BUTTONS. 'AVEN'T YOU NEVER BEEN A SOLDIER?"] * * * * * THE DOLLS THAT DID THEIR BIT. _"Je vous tends mon corbillon: qu'y met-on?"_ asked Jeanne, holding out her basket towards the first of her dolls seated in a semi-circle before her. Most of them were quite familiar with the game, but for the sake of a new-comer Jeanne had explained that each player must place in the basket some object the name of which ended with _on_, to rhyme with _corbillon_. She had announced that this time the game was in aid of a cause, and that therefore it must be played with _things_ and not with words only. "Qu'y met-on, Marie?" repeated Jeanne. "Rappelez-vous bien que c'est une quete a l'intention des petites filles polonaises internees au camp de Havelberg!" What, Marie had nothing but her chain necklace, and that did not end in _on?_ No, but the links of the chain did, argued Jeanne. "Donne _des chainons!_" she prompted in a whisper. "J'y mets des chainons," said Marie in Jeanne's thinnest voice, and the necklace found its way into the basket. "_Je vous tends mon corbillon: qu'y met-on?_ A vous, Marthe. O," exclaimed Jeanne, "tu y mets ton _chignon?_ Eh bien, tu sais, n'est-ce pas, beta, qu'il faut que tu t'y mettes avec!" and into the basket she went after a lingering caress from Jeanne. _"Je vous tends mon corbillon: qu'y met-on?"_ It was the turn now of Yvonne in her bed. "Comment," said Jeanne, affecting indignation, "si tu n'etais pas si frileuse tu donnerais ton edredon?" And what about the little _poupees polonaises internees_, snatched from their beds and carried off without any bedclothes at all, let alone an eiderdown! Presently, "J'y mets mon edredon," Yvonne was understood to say, and "Sage!" approved Jeanne. _"Je vous tends mon corbillon: qu'y met-on?_ Jacques, mon pauvre ami, tu n'as pas de chance, hein?" There was no help for it; it was the only thing he had that rhymed. "Imagine la joie des petites polonaises internees!" she urged, taking the necessary action. "J'y mets mon pantalon," piped a disconsolate little thread of voice. _"Je vous tends mon corbillon: qu'y met-on?_ A vous, Mikadesse!" A beam of pleasure, succeeded by a falling of the countenance, then a look of decision, ended in a "Houp-la!" as the Japanese doll descended into the basket, and was made to say, "J'y mets une poupee du Japon!" After all she was an ally of the little polonaises. _"Je vous tends mon corbillon: qu'y met-on?_ Allons, les jumeaux! a vous!" Jeanne thought the twins were really in a plight and that she would have to help them out with a gift, but, quick as thought, Castor seized Pollux, saying, "J'y mets mon compagnon!" and Pollux, divining his intention, grasped Castor, declaring excitedly, "Et moi aussi, j'y mets mon compagnon" And into the basket they leapt together. "Ils s'entetent a rester inseparables," sighed Jeanne; "c'est bien."