I stood it for a little time, and then gave her a good smack, after which I never saw my little black friend again.
[Illustration: XIII.

_German Prisoners._] Thiepval Chateau, one of the largest in the north of France, was practically flattened.

What little mound was left was covered with flowers.

Some bricks had been collected from it and marked the grave of "An Unknown British Soldier." Even Albert, that deadly uninteresting little town, looked almost beautiful and cheerful.
Flowers grew by the sides of the streets; roses were abundant in what were once back-gardens; a hut was up at the corner by the Cathedral and _Daily Mails_ were sold there every evening at four o'clock, and the golden leaning Lady holding her Baby, looking down towards the street, gleamed in the sun on top of the Cathedral tower.
A family had come back from Corbie and re-started their restaurant--a father and three charming girls.

They patched up the little house by the station and did a roaring trade, and some few other families came back.