"Pe-tite-a ma- dame-a !" rattles some little newsboy, ingratiating himself with an indifferent lady of uncertain age; and the porter will bring your boots in no time-in "une-a pe-tite-a mi-nute-a." The war is in everybody's mind, of courseno one in France thinks of anything elsebut there is none of that silence and tenseness, that emotional tremor, one feels in Paris.