AT AUNTIE SUE'S SHOP
"The people are waiting! Hurry, Jeanne!" called Auntie to the little
girl at the back of the screen.
Jeanne sat with Pierrot before her, and both were dressed in splendor.
The little girl had on a new frock of Auntie Sue's.
Her dark hair made a charming frame for her little oval face under the
yellow poke bonnet, of old-fashioned shape. She wore an old-fashioned
dress. It was yellow, with hand-painted flowers and a velvet bow.
And Pierrot! Ah, Pierrot, too, was fine in a new satin suit and cap,
with bright red cheeks which Jeanne had painted. Many exciting
adventures were happening there behind the screen to the little
yellow-gowned girl and the clown in satin.
Jeanne was not thinking of this new frock of Auntie's which she wore,
nor of the big Saturday audience out in the shop waiting for her to
appear. She was thinking of her latest play for Pierrot. As Auntie
called, Jeanne put the puppet down and, smoothing the dainty dress, she
stepped out into the bright little shop room.
All about were seated ladies and children. The children were in smart
attire, with interested and curious little faces that peered and stared
at the live puppet as she walked about.
As Jeanne passed a little girl with hair and eyes as dark as her own and
a wistful look, the gray-haired lady sitting beside the little girl
stopped Jeanne.
"What a beautiful frock!" she said, and touched the hem of the garment
gently.
[Illustration: "WHAT A BEAUTIFUL FROCK!" SHE SAID]
Jeanne and the little girl looked at each other.
Auntie Sue came over to them.
Madame Villard smiled at the dressmaker and asked, "Do you think that
this style would become my little granddaughter?"
Suzanne looked quickly at Margot. Margot's big brown eyes were
fastened eagerly upon the child whom she had called a lucky little girl.
"Yes, Madame," answered Auntie Sue. "With her brown eyes and slight
figure, the little mademoiselle should wear the frock as well as Jeanne
does."
Madame and Auntie Sue then talked for some time about the frock.
Jeanne went about the large audience, with Margot's wondering eyes
following her every movement.
At last Jeanne finished showing all the garments. The young model
disappeared behind the screen, and the audience began to leave.
Auntie Sue was showing a closet full of clothes to Madame Villard whose
many purchases made the pencil of Auntie Sue skip over the page and her
heart skip with gladness.
This was, of course, dull for Margot, and Margot was not used to things
being dull. She sat in the empty room, while Grandmother talked and
looked at clothes and paid no attention to her.
The little girl began to walk about the shop. She peered at the floppy
dolls on the tables and at the quaint hat stands and show-cases.
She came to the screen behind which Jeanne had disappeared. She longed
to peep behind that screen. She edged up close and tried to look through
the cracks to the back.
She heard a tiny sound. Then words: "Down with the Bastille
(bȧs-tēl´)!"
Margot pressed her head against the screen to hear better. The screen
began to topple. Over it went. There was a muffled sound, and Jeanne
stood up and faced Margot.
Jeanne was now in her own simple clothes. She held the Pierrot puppet,
who was, however, still grandly dressed.
She stared hard at Margot and then at the fallen screen. Margot stared,
too. Then Margot managed to remember her manners.
"Excuse me," she said. "I did not mean to knock down the screen."
Jeanne smiled and picked up the screen, while Margot helped her set it
in place. When it again stood erect, Margot found herself outside and
Jeanne inside. They were separated as before.
For a few moments there was silence from both sides of the screen. Then
came a giggle from one side and a giggle from the other.
And then from the outside, "May I come back and see you?"
From the inside, "Yes, do come!"
Margot went behind the screen, and for the first time in her life she
learned the magic of real play.
Jeanne had one plaything: a little forsaken puppet. But with love and
tenderness she made him a hero.
Jeanne told Margot about Pierrot. She told that he was no longer the
buffoon--the poor mistreated clown. He was now a hero.
He could play a knight or a king--Napoleon! She told Margot that Pierrot
was Napoleon in one of her plays and that she was Joan of Arc.
Margot lived in another world for the space of an hour. Then the two
little girls were called back suddenly by a voice from the room.
"Margot, Margot! Child! Where are you?"
Grandmother was looking for her.
Margot and Jeanne stepped out from behind the screen and found
Grandmother preparing to leave. Auntie Sue stood beside her with pencil
and pad.
"Thank you, Madame," said Auntie Sue gratefully, "for your splendid
order to-day. It was indeed kind of you to make so many purchases at my
little shop."
Madame answered, "I am truly pleased with your charming wares, my dear
Mademoiselle Moreau. Besides, you know, my dear friend Major d'Artrot is
also a friend of yours."
"But Madame," said Auntie Sue, as the grandmother and her little Margot
started out of the door, "I have not yet taken your name. I do not
know--."
"Of course, of course," laughed Madame Villard. "How very forgetful of
me! Please write my name and address, so you will know where to send the
little things."
Suzanne seated herself at a tiny desk and, with pencil poised, looked up
at the sweet face above her.
Madame dictated: "Madame Paul Villard. Avenue Champs Elysées."
The pencil dropped from Auntie Sue's hand. Her head fell forward. Jeanne
rushed over to the little desk and caught Auntie Sue as she was about to
fall.
"Auntie, Auntie dear, what is the matter?" she cried.
Little Margot picked up the pencil while both children and Madame
Villard hovered over the desk.
Suzanne rested her head on her hand and whispered, "It is all right. I
am all right now. I was only a bit faint. Oh, I am so sorry, dear
Madame."
[Illustration: "IT IS ALL RIGHT. I AM ALL RIGHT NOW--"]
Auntie Sue was soon up upon her sprightly little feet again. Smilingly
she bowed Madame and her granddaughter out of the door. But when they
had left the shop, Suzanne went to her room, and Jeanne did not see her
again that day.