Maude was very popular with all the French officials, and great goodwill existed between the French and the British, and Marcelle's black eyes smiled at us from behind the desk, with its books, fruit, cheese and bottles; smiled so well that had she been different she might have out-pointed Marguerite as "Queen of the British Troops in Picardy." But no, her book-keeping and an occasional smile were enough for Marcelle, and she did them both exceedingly well.
Poor Marcelle! Afterwards I was told that when the Huns began to bomb Amiens badly she completely broke down and cried and sobbed at her desk.

She was sent away down South, to Bordeaux, I think, and we never saw her again.

It was sad.

She was a sweet child, with her great dark eyes, and the little curl on her forehead, and her keen sense of the ridiculous.
The song of that time was:-- "Dear face that holds so sweet a smile for me.
Were it not mine, how 'Blotto' I should be." But one night Carroll Carstairs of the Grenadier Guards breezed into (p.

046) Amiens, bringing with him a new American song which became very popular.