The little girl hurried along a road in Alsace. The first snow lay over the wheat stubble. She was Paulette. Or was she Paulette? Under the Germans she had always been called Paula. She was eleven years old. But she could remember far back—almost five years. She was not quite sure that she could remember when the French soldiers went away. She was not quite sure that she could remember when the German soldiers came. But she could remember something. That something was fear.
Now the Germans had gone again and there was no fear—except that Paulette was terribly afraid...