Chapter XXI

Châlons-sur-Marne.
December 8, 1917.

Dear ----[G]:

I got the Sunday _Star_ a few days ago and there was that same old picture and ---- staring me in the face! A very nice write-up, I thought it. What a bunch of big-wigs they did gather together! We packed up bag and baggage yesterday and flew off to a new place, and here we are waiting for the baggage to catch up. I have grave fears that there may be some fighting one of these days, and if so, I think it will be about time for me to get out of this war. Cheery oh!

STUART.