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started for the war and bid her farewell in
their village church—the same sad, humble
eyes. The old woman was holding her
prayer-book and her spectacle case in her
hand, just as his grandmother was holding
her prayer-book and her spectacle case in her
old hands. She was quite dead, but she
kept on looking at him.
He ran to join his comrades and they all
sat down round the bonfire in the midst of
the square to a hearty meal with an extra
ration of sausage and potatoes, and many
good things they had looted from the shops,
and as much wine as they could drink, and
all the dead bodies lying round them as they
had fallen. The officers dined outside the
café close by, and the tables were laden with
champagne bottles—it was all very jolly,
“Sehr lustig” he called it. The men sang
“Deutschland über Alles,” and at the end,
“Nun danket alle Gott.” He got quite drunk
again and felt very happy. Just as he was
dropping off to sleep that night the old
woman came and bent over him and looked
at him with the same eyes as his grandmother.
Since that day she came regularly every
night as he was going off to sleep and bent
over him and looked at him, just as his
grandmother used to come and look at him
when he was a boy—for he had never known
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