Another chap tried to get some bread at a farm. After he had made all
sorts of queer signs the woman seemed to understand, and said, “Oui,
oui, M’sieur,” rushed back into the house and brought back a bundle
of hay! There was a terrific roar of laughter from the troops. The
nonplussed look on the woman’s face and the “fed-up” expression on
the chap’s made a picture worthy of the pencil of poor old Tom Brown:
_Bombdr. E. Cressy, Royal Field Artillery_.