LITTLE SPOILED MARGOT
"Grandmother! Grandmother! Home again! How glad I am!"
Little Margot threw herself into Madame Villard's arms, and the old lady
hugged her close.
"Yes, my little Margot. Grandmother comes back for one splendid
occasion!"
"Ah, my birthday," smiled Margot.
And then Grandmother and Margot planned for that birthday. It was
strange how Margot did not like so many things.
When Grandmother mentioned a theater party, the little girl shook her
dark head.
"No, it is not what I like," she said.
Then Grandmother suggested a trip to the zoo with a party of girls and
boys.
"No, I do not like the zoo!" Margot pouted.
"A Guignol party, chérie?" asked Grandmother.
"Ah, no! They are so stupid!" complained Margot.
And Grandmother smiled and shook her head.
"My Margot is a little bit spoiled, perhaps," she observed.
Margot was not a little bit, but a great big bit spoiled. Grandmother
and Mother had both spoiled her, from the day she was born.
Mother was nearly always with Father and Margot saw little of her. When
they were together Mother would kiss and hug a great deal and sometimes
she would cry. There were always gifts in Mother's room for Margot.
And when Mother brought her into Father's room, he, too, would pet and
caress her and give her toys or candy. Poor, helpless Father! He loved
to see his little girl. It made his dull eyes brighten when she came
into the room.
He would say to Mother after Margot had left, "Has the sun gone under a
cloud, Marie? It seems darker to me."
You see, he felt sunshine while his little daughter was there.
But the nurse would not allow frequent visits. Ah, Father might never be
allowed to forget that bitter war!
So Grandmother played guardian to Margot. And a loving and indulgent
guardian was she!
Margot could play from morning until night if she wanted to, except, of
course, for school hours.
The nursery was filled with costly toys. They did not interest little
Margot any more. There were so many of them.
In fact, little spoiled Margot was not interested in anything, because
she had too much.
"Ah, well, chérie," said Grandmother, "you will think of something that
Grandmother can do for your birthday. But to-morrow we shall go to buy
the little party frock which I promised you."
Frocks were of no more interest to Margot than toys. She had too many of
those, also. So she hardly listened to Grandmother's last remark.
"I am going to take you to a shop where a little girl shows clothes to
the people who come to buy--a real little model. You might call her a
live puppet. My chérie will enjoy that, will she not?" asked Grandmother
eagerly, hoping to interest the child in a new pleasure.
Evidently the idea did bring with it something new and exciting to
Margot.
For she turned and asked, "And does this little girl really walk about
and pose, as people do on the stage?"
"Yes, chérie. So I hear," answered Madame Villard.
"A live puppet!"
Margot clapped her hands, and Grandmother was pleased to see her joy.
Then her face fell, she turned to Grandmother and said slowly, "Oh, what
a lucky little girl she is!"