All the boys and many young men and maidens were in the middle of the street watching to see where the shells struck and on the lookout for aeroplanes.

When about five o'clock one sailed over the city, no one knew whether it was German or French, but every one followed it, apparently intending if it launched a bomb to be in at the death.
I found all the hotels closed and on their doors I pounded in vain, and was planning to go back to my car when I stumbled upon the Hotel du Nord.

It was open and the proprietress, who was knitting, told me the table-d'hote dinner was ready.

Not wishing to miss dinner, I halted an aged citizen who was fleeing from the city and asked him to carry a note to the American consul inviting him to dine.

But the aged man said the consulate was close to where the shells were falling and that to approach it was as much as his life was worth.