Do you like button-hole ribbons ?" "Oh, yes!" answered she, "the red ribbon of the Legion of Honor.

Did you notice?
The poor colonel still has a shred of one on his uniform, but the cross is there no longer.

Those wicked Germans tore it away from him when they took him prisoner!" "It's very possible," said Leon.
When they reached Mlle.

Sambucco's house, it was time to separate.
Clementine offered her hand to Leon, who would have been better pleased with her cheek.
Father and son returned home arm in arm, with slow steps, giving themselves up to endless conjectures regarding the whimsical emotions of Clementine.
Mme.

Renault was waiting to put her son to bed; a time-honored and touching habit which mothers do not early lose.