027) a little restaurant, where the old lady used to give us her bedroom as a private sitting-room dining-room.

It was a bit stuffy, but the food was eatable.
[Illustration: VIII.

_Man in the Glare.

Two miles from the Hindenburg Line._] One fine morning I got a message, "Would I ring up the P.S.of the C.-in-C.

at once ?" so I went to the Camp Commandant's office.