_Angelique_. (_Rubs her eyes with her dress and smiles_.) Yes, they're quite dead now. So--tell me some more. _Jean-Baptiste_. But I don't want to make you cry more, _p'tite_. You're so little. _Angelique._ I'm not _very_ little. I'm bigger than Anne-Marie Dupont, and she's eight. _Jean-Baptiste_. But no. She's not eight till next month. She told me. _Angelique_. Oh, well--next month. Me, I want to hear about the brave 'Mericans. Did they make this ditch to stand in and shoot the wicked Germans? _Jean-Baptiste_. They didn't make it, but they fought the wicked Germans in a brave, wonderful charge, the bravest sort, the grandfather said. And they took the ditch away from the wicked Germans, and then--maybe you'll cry. _Angelique_. I won't. I promise you I won't. _Jean-Baptiste_. Then, when the ditch--only they called it a trench--was well full of American soldiers, the wicked Germans got a machine gun at the end of it and fired all the way along--the grandfather called it enfiladed--and killed every American in the whole long ditch. _Angelique_. (_Bursts into tears again; buries her face in her skirt_.) I--I'm sorry I cry, but the 'Mericans were so brave and fought--for France--and it was cruel of the wicked Germans to--to shoot them. _Jean-Baptiste_. The wicked Germans were always cruel. But the grandfather says it's quite right now, and as it should be, for they are now a small and weak nation, and scorned and watched by other nations, so that they shall never be strong again. For the grandfather says they are not such as can be trusted--no, never the wicked Germans. The world will not believe their word again. They speak not the truth. Once they nearly smashed the world, when they had power. So it is looked to by all nations that never again shall Germany be powerful. For they are sly, and cruel as wolves, and only intelligent to be wicked. That is what the grandfather says. _Angelique_. Me, I'm sorry for the poor wicked Germans that they are so bad. It is not nice to be bad. One is punished. _Jean-Baptiste_. (_Sternly_.) It is the truth. One is always punished. As long as the world lasts it will be a punishment to be a German. But as long as France lasts there will be a nation to love the name of America, one sees. For the Americans were generous and brave. They left their dear land and came and died for us, to keep us free in France from the wicked Germans.