The wonderful city seemed filled with soldiers of all the Allied
nations, and most conspicuous, because of recent events, were the
khaki-clad boys who were soon to fight under Pershing. Having seen
that the little contingent they had taken under their protection got
what they wanted, Tom and Jack, bidding them farewell, but promising
to see them again soon, went to their hotel.

And, their baggage arriving, Jack proceeded to get ready for a bath
and a general furbishing. He seemed very particular.

"Going out?" asked Tom.

"Why--er--yes. Thought I'd go to call on Bessie Gleason. This is
her night off duty--hers and her mother's."

"How do you know?"

"Well--er--she said so. Want to come?"

"Nixy. Two's company and you know what three is."

"Oh, come on! Mrs. Gleason will be glad to see you."

"Well, I suppose I might," assented Tom, who, truth to tell, did not
relish spending the evening alone.

Bessie and her mother had, of late, been assigned as Red Cross
workers to a hospital in the environs of Paris, and ant times they
could come into the city for a rest. They maintained a modest
apartment not far from the hotel where Tom and Jack had put up, and