One old woman asked your mother in French if she were a princess.

The lady that was with your mother answered, "Une Grande Dame." That seemed to do as well.
This government doesn't now let anybody carry any food away.

But to-day they consented on condition I'd receive the food (for the Belgians) and consign it to Whitlock.

This is their way of keeping it out of German hands--have the Stars and Stripes, so to speak, to cover every bag of flour and of salt.

That's only one of 1,000 queer activities that I engage in.