“Our first stop was at a little town called Dienville. We blew in with the band playin’ and everybody happy. The villagers gave us the hell of a fine welcome and made us feel to home _toot sweet_. Right after I put my horse on the picket-line and camouflaged my equipment I started lookin’ for something to monjay and a place to _cushay_. First store I hit was a baker shop—_boulangerie_, they say in _Fransay_. The shop was full of women and little girls. They was talkin’ a mile a minute. That’s the fastest thing they do in this country, you know, _parley_—and every few minutes I could hear ’em say ‘_Américains—Américains_.’ “Finally I asked ’bout _monjayin’_ and they told me where the restaurant was. I never had tried to get a _chambre_ before, but I got _parleyin’_ ’bout a place to _cushay_, and a little girl ’bout twelve years old and pretty—listen to me, O. D., that child was the darb of a _petite mademoiselle_. She asked her mother how ’bout my stayin’ with them, or it sounded that way to me. Course I said in my foolish French, ‘_Keskesay?_’ which means, What did you say? “The mademoiselle was a little timid. Guess I’m kind of hard to look at, anyway. She got closer to her mother, but she didn’t hide them pretty blue eyes. Looked me straight in the face and said her mother, the madame, would fix me up on the _cushay_ stuff. Then I got kind of brave myself and went over to her and her mother. The girl put her hand in mine _toot sweet_ and said, ‘_Comrade_.’ I never was much for bein’ ’round children, but I grabbed her and threw her up and down like I have seen daddies do. She kissed me smack on the cheek and said her name was Louise. “That little mademoiselle’s kiss was the first one I had in a long time, O. D. Sometimes I still get the taste of it, as I ’ain’t had another since. Louise and the madame was more than _jauntee_, which as I _compree_ it means nice, or kind. They fed me _dey zerfs_, _der lay_—that’s eggs and milk—and _beaucoup pom de tear fritz_ for every _monjay_. I _cu-shayed_ in a real _lee_—Frog for bed—that night, and honest it took me near three hours to get asleep, the bed was so soft. Next mornin’ I fooled ’em and didn’t answer _reveille_—_cushayed_ till ’bout nine bells and got up, shaved with real hot water, washed as far down my neck as my hand could go and sure felt fittin’ for anything. “Louise had beat it to school, but the madame saved a big bowl of _café-ooo-lay_—O. D., if you ever drink a bowl of real French _café-ooo-lay_ you’ll never be satisfied with that stuff they serve in Childs’ or the Waldorf. It’s coffee with _beaucoup_ hot milk, and it sure is the darb. Along with that _café-ooo-lay_ I had a hunk of regular _du pan_. Frog bread is _bon_ when it’s made right—and some _du burre_—butter, you know. Madame kept _parleyin’_ somethin’ ’bout _dey zerfs_—which are eggs in American—but I told her that I’d wait till dinner to _monjay_ the omelet.