JEANNE AND MARGOT
Margot's to-morrow and again to-morrow with Jeanne did not come to pass.
Margot discovered she could not disturb the little girl's workaday life.
It greatly annoyed Margot that, for the first time in her life, she
could not wave her wand and command what she wished.
"I want her! I want to play with her!" exclaimed the pouting Margot,
stamping her foot.
She had just called Jeanne on the telephone. Jeanne had told her that
it would be impossible to go to the Guignol or play.
To-day was a week day, and from school Jeanne was obliged to hurry home
to help Auntie Sue in the shop.
"Come, Margot, child," pleaded Grandmother. "Do not fret. We shall take
another child to-day. Grandmother will telephone for you."
"They are all stupid! I want Jeanne!" insisted the little girl.
So Margot went to the Guignol with her nurse. She went again and again.
All the time, she thought of the happy day she had spent there with
Jeanne and Pierrot.
While Margot was watching the puppets one day, she noticed a child
standing outside the gate looking in. It was Jeanne.
Jeanne was coming home from school and, as she often did, was watching
Guignol's antics for a few brief moments.
Margot jumped up and, to the astonishment of her nurse, she ran over to
Jeanne.
"Jeanne, how happy I am to see you! Come in. Come! We shall see the
Guignol together," she cried.
[Illustration: "COME, JEANNE, WE SHALL SEE THE GUIGNOL TOGETHER"]
But Jeanne shook her head, and her eyes were sad.
"I should like to, Margot," she answered. "But Auntie is waiting. I must
go."
They stood there together for several moments. During those moments,
Margot caught once more the spell of Jeanne's play magic.
For Jeanne played always. She played while she talked or dressed or
walked. And while she watched the Guignol, her playing was always
splendid. Margot caught the spell.
Long after Jeanne had left she sat and played her own dream plays, while
the play of the Guignol went on in front of her. Often after that day,
Margot saw Jeanne hurrying home. But Jeanne never stopped again.
Jeanne often saw Margot after that day, but she hardly turned her head
toward the park. She kept hurrying on because she was afraid of the
tears that lived just behind her eyes when she passed the Guignol.
Those tears might at any moment break through the doors of her eyes. And
Margot must not see that!
As Margot watched Jeanne, she wondered whether, after all, the little
puppet was such a lucky little girl. She began to think of a really
lucky little girl whose name was Margot!
One day when Margot came home, she said to Grandmother, "Grandmother
dear, I have at last thought what you may give me on my birthday."
Grandmother took her hand.
"I am glad, chérie," she answered, "because the day is drawing near."
"If I may take Jeanne with me to the Bois and spend the day there, that
is all I wish," said Margot.
"And no party?" Grandmother looked surprised.
"No. I prefer that," said Margot.
Grandmother telephoned to Auntie Sue. It was arranged that Jeanne was to
be spared for that one day--Margot's birthday.
A day in the woods was planned with a picnic and a boat ride, but, best
of all, with Jeanne and Pierrot.
The morning of Margot's birthday arrived. As the little girl opened her
eyes, a dismal sight met them.
The gray sky was pouring down bucketsful of rain. The morning was as
gray and dark as a rainy morning can be. Margot saw her day in the woods
spoiled, and she started to cry.
But Grandmother arranged that Jeanne was to come to the apartment.
Margot's pout did not make of her a very happy looking birthday girl.
But she had to be satisfied with these plans.
"It would have been so nice to play in the Bois," she sulked.
"Yes, chérie," said Grandmother, "but we cannot change the weather."
And so in front of a crackling fire in Margot's toy stuffed nursery, the
two little girls spent the day.
Margot met Jeanne with, "Isn't it too bad?"
But Jeanne could find nothing to feel sorry about.
"Oh, what a beautiful fire!" she exclaimed.
And after a little while, Margot began to be glad that the day was
rainy, because Jeanne was glad.