them.

Then, when the little misunderstanding at the candy shop had been
straightened out, Tom and Jack told something of who they were,
mentioning the fact that they were soon to fight directly under the
stars and stripes, information which drew whoops of delight from the
enthusiastic infantrymen.

"But say, friend," called out one of the new American soldiers, "can
you sling enough of this lingo to lead us to a place where we can
get ham and eggs? I mean a real eating place, not just a coffee
stand. I've been opening my mouth, champing my jaws and rubbing my
stomach all day, trying to tell these folks that I'm hungry and want
a square meal, and half the time they think I need a doctor. Lead
me to a hash foundry."

"All right, come on with us!" laughed Tom. "We're going to eat,
too. I guess we can fix you up."

The two aviators had been in Paris before and they knew their way
about, as well as being able to speak the language fairly well.
Soon, with their new friends from overseas, they were seated in a
quiet restaurant, where substantial food could be had in spite of
war prices. And then it was give and take, question and answer,
until a group of Parisians that had gathered about turned away
shaking their heads at their inability to understand the strange
talk. But they were well aware of the spirit of it all, and more
than one silently blessed the Americans as among the saviors of
France.