"
"He'll probably have lunch first," predicted Tom, gloomily.
"They've just got us out here now with the idea that standing will
make us grow."
"Aw, snap out of it," laughed Billy. "I knew a man once that died
from an in growing grouch, and likely enough the same thing will
happen to you."
"It's just like an in growing toenail, only worse," chuckled Bart.
"Can't help it," said Tom. "This sort of thing is enough to give
any one a grouch. Chances are that General Pershing has forgotten
all about us, and we'll have to stand here until we starve to
death."
"Well, you haven't got to worry about that just yet," said Bart,
"because you haven't much more than gotten through your breakfast.
Why--"
But he was interrupted by the short blast on the bugle that
signified "attention," and everybody straightened like a flash. A
big gray automobile pulled up in front of headquarters, and from
it descended the general, accompanied by officers of his staff.
Punctilious salutes were exchanged, and then the general,
accompanied by some of his officers and also those of the
regiment, passed slowly between the long files of straight-backed
soldiers.
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