After I had risen and said 'good-bye' and was about to bow myself out the door, he ran toward me and waving his hand cried out, 'Ah--Ah!--we knew where _you_ stood all the time.' "When General Pershing came along on his way to France, the King summoned us to luncheon.

The luncheon was eaten (here, as everywhere, strict war rations are observed) to a flow of general talk, with the Queen, Princess Mary, and one of the young Princes.

When they had gone from the luncheon room, the King, General Pershing, and I stood smoking by the window; and the King at once launched into talk about guns, rifles, ammunition, and the American place in the battle line.

Would our place be with the British or with the French or between the two?
"General Pershing made a diplomatic reply.

So far as he knew the President hadn't yet made a final decision, but there was a feeling that, since we were helping the British at sea, perhaps we ought to help the French on land.
"Then the King expressed the earnest hope that our guns and ammunition would match either the British or the French.