"I thought that you had had a hand in it," declared Roche. "But come-back-all-I-said. Who's cook? Where's the galley?" No one knew. The mess-traps had been brought ashore, but apparently their host had made no provision for cooking breakfast. "We're in France, remember," said Mr. Armitage, "and in France we must to a certain extent do as France does. The first meal of the day--_petit dejeuner_ it's called--is a very light repast--usually coffee, roll, and butter." "Oh, I say!" ejaculated the Tenderfoot ruefully. He had a typical British appetite, and always went all-out for a good breakfast. "And I'm so hungry." The Sea Scouts washed and dressed with special care. Somehow they felt that they must appear "extra smart" as the guests of Monsieur Raoul. By eight o'clock the interior of the marquee was cleaned up and the bedding aired and folded; but no signs of a galley-fire were forthcoming. The lads were reconciling themselves to a cold meal of bread and tinned beef when a man-servant appeared and announced: "Ze breakfast: he is served in ze house, messieurs." Monsieur de la Voie was not one who did things by halves, for when the Sea Scouts trooped into the house they found their host awaiting them and the table spread with an appetizing meal consisting of coffee, new steaming rolls, fresh butter, eggs, and a large piece of delicious ham. Bidden to "tuck in", the lads obeyed with the greatest zest, to the undisguised astonishment of the servants, to whom the sight of half a dozen healthy young Britons devouring large quantities of food so early in the day was a decidedly novel one. "What is your programme for to-day?" inquired Monsieur Raoul. "As matters stand, the position is this: you are my guests for ten days, but I want you to have full liberty of action. You will, of course, want to watch the progress of the repairs, and no doubt will want to explore the surrounding country. I assure you it has its good points. Then, again, there are the projected visits to Paris and to the Marne. These will take at least three days. It is for you to say when you will go." Mr. Armitage warmly thanked his host. "The weather seems settled," he added; "perhaps it would be advisable to take advantage of it while it is fine. So if your chauffeur could run us into Paris----?" "Certainly," rejoined Monsieur de la Voie. CHAPTER XIX Homeward Bound The crew of the _Olivette_ had a splendid time in Paris, but, since they met with no adventures and had no scouting, their visit can be lightly passed over. They were two days in the French capital, and enjoyed every minute of the time. Their programme was an ambitious one, carried out at high pressure. So much so that the Sea Scouts were so excited and tired upon their return to Tourville-la-Rivière that they were compelled to "slack" for the whole of the following day. Then came the long-looked-for tour of the battle-fields.