zee guests enter. _V'la_? Then zee soup. You sairve one deesh at
a time. You do _not_ carry all zee deeshes at once. And you take
zee deesh, _so_!"--illustrating. "Then you wait till zay push
aside zee soup deesh. Then you carry zem away. _V'la_?"

Warjburton signified that he understood.

"_I_ carve zee meats," went on the amiable Pierre. "You haf
nozzing to do wiz zee meats. You rest zee deesh on zee flat uf zee
hand, _so_! Always sairve to zee _right_ uf zee guest. Vatch
zat i zay do not move vhile you sairve. You spill zee soup, and I
keel you! To spill zee soup ees a crime. Now, take hold uf thees soup
deesh."

Warburton took it clumsily by the rim. Pierre snatched it away with a
volley of French oaths. William said that there was to be no
"cussing," but Pierre seemed to be an immune and not included in this
order.

"Idiot! Imbecile! _Non, non! Thees_ way. You would put zee thumb
in zee soup. Zare! You haf catch zat. Come to zee dining-hall. I show
you. I explain."

The new groom was compelled to put forth all his energies to keep his
face straight. If he laughed, he was lost. If only his old mates
could see him now! The fop of Troop A playing at butler! Certainly he
would have to write Chuck about it--(which he most certainly never
did). Still, the ordeal in the dining-room was a severe one. Nothing
he attempted was done satisfactorily; Pierre, having in mind
Celeste's frivolity and this man's good looks, made the task doubly