The last man to leave the bar had to open the window.

This was a firm rule.

It sometimes took the last man a long time to do it, but it was always done.
[Illustration: XXIII.

_Changing Billets._] By this period of the war nearly every French girl could speak some English, and great was their anger if one could not understand them.

I remember a very nice girl, who worked at the "Hotel de la Paix," came to me one day and said solemnly, "My grandfadder he kill him." "Gracious!" I said, "whom did he kill ?" "He kill him," was the furious reply.