I'y a des fois ou les femmes c'est
bien. Mais ici ..."
"Tu grognes? On va r'devenir homme, c'est tres bien!"
"C'est idiot! Qu'est-ce qu'elles vont faire ici!"
"On dirait--c'est du militarisme francais!"
"Le militarisme francais j'm'en f----! Tu verra, cela va faire encore du
travail pour nous."
"Attends un peu!"... And murmurs filled the shed--glances threaded the
shadows, chilling the spirit of the foreign women adventuring upon the
threshold.
"Four Rochets," said the _brigadier_, consulting his paper, "two
Delages, two FIATS ... Mademoiselle, here is yours, and yours. The
Lieutenant Denis will be here in a moment. He fears the Rochets will be
too heavy for you, but we must see."
The lieutenant who had been at dinner the night before entered the shed,
greeted them, and turned to Stewart. "That car is too heavy for your
strength, mademoiselle. It is not a car for a lady."
"I like the make," she said stiffly, conscious of the ears which
listened in the shed.
"See if you can start her now, mademoiselle," said the _brigadier_,
arranging the levers.
There was a still hush in the shed as Stewart bent to the handle. Fanny,
standing by the Rochet which had been assigned to her, felt her
heart thumping.
("Tu vas voir!" whispered the little soldiers watching brightly from
behind the cars.
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