"Well, what bread! It's like cake!"

"Oh, the Americans eat well!"

"I don't agree with you. They put money into their food, and they eat a
lot of it, but they can't cook.

"Isn't it astonishing what they eat! It's astonishing what all the
armies eat compared with our soldiers."

"Now this cake-bread! I should soon sicken of it. But _they_ will eat
sweets and such things all day long."

"Well, I told you they are children!"

"The Americans here seem different. They behave better than those in
France."

"These are very _chics types_. Pershing is here. This is the
Headquarters Staff."

"Yes, one can see they are different."

"It appears they get on very well with the Germans."

"Hsh--not so loud."

After dinner they strolled out into the town. The Bearskin was very
anxious to get a "genuine iron cross."