John was continually observing that while many of the French were dark and small, in accordance with foreign opinion that made them all so, many more were blonde and tall.

Lannes' sister was scarcely more than a lovely child, but his heart beat more quickly.
Lannes kissed her on the forehead, just as he kissed his mother.
"Julie," he said lightly and yet proudly, "this is the young American hero of whom I was telling you, my comrade in arms, or rather in the air, and adopted brother.

Mr.John Scott, my sister, Mademoiselle Julie Lannes." She made a shy curtsey and John bowed.

It was the first time that he was ever in the heart of an old French home, and he did not know the rules, but he felt that he ought not to offer his hand.

Young girls, he had always heard, were kept in strict seclusion in France, but the great war and the approach of the German army might make a difference.