Part 12 (1/2)

Jeanne was spending Margot's birthday at the Villard apartment. So Suzanne determined to deliver the dresses and fetch Jeanne when the day was over.

She worked steadily and tried to banish thoughts and voices inside of her. Since Madame Villard's visit to the shop, Suzanne had not had a moment's peace from Conscience.

It was only the thought that Jeanne really loved to show the pretty clothes that kept Suzanne the least bit happy.

She answered Conscience thus: ”But see how happy the child is when I give her a new frock to show! She knows, too, that she is the envy of every child in Paris!”

And Conscience always replied, ”Perhaps. But maybe she is telling you that. Maybe she is really like any other child who wants and needs to play!”

This was the thing that always caused Auntie Sue to shudder. If she had thought that Jeanne cared, she could never have gone on asking her to work. She hoped that Jeanne did not like to play and did not mind being different from other children.

Always this hope made Auntie Sue argue with the voice. You see, Auntie Sue tried to believe that Jeanne was glad to be a live puppet!

Two little girls played and chatted before a crackling fire. While they sat in Margot's cheerful, rosy room, they made journeys throughout the land of France.

Stories and stories and stories!

Once Pierrot was a soldier, and they played the Great War. Margot and Jeanne were nurses. Through battlefields of France they took their fancies.

Margot had motored many times with Grandmother throughout the valley of the war. She had pa.s.sed villages, gray and ruined. She had pa.s.sed villages, new and s.h.i.+ny, with American flags flying beside the French.

[Ill.u.s.tration: AMERICAN FLAGS FLYING BESIDE THE FRENCH]

She had pa.s.sed American cemeteries, with thousands of little white crosses like snow upon the ground. There were brown crosses, too, and huge stone monuments to soldiers.

[Ill.u.s.tration: AMERICAN CEMETERY NEAR ROMAGNE]

There was one monument built around a line of bayonets where a company of soldiers had been buried alive by an enemy bomb. Their bayonets still show above the ground.

[Ill.u.s.tration: HUGE STONE MONUMENT TO SOLDIERS]

She had seen great tanks along the roadside--barbed wire and trenches.

[Ill.u.s.tration: SHE HAD SEEN GREAT TANKS ALONG THE ROADSIDE]

Through beautiful France the little girl had journeyed with Grandmother. Through the famous wine country--the lands of Burgundy (br'-gun-di), Champagne (sham-pan'), and Dijon (de-zhon'), the city of churches, palaces, and famous mustard they journeyed!

Along the road sat women knitting or sorting and cleaning the cotton of their mattresses. They were was.h.i.+ng in little outdoor water troughs along the roadway.

[Ill.u.s.tration: AN OLD WOMAN CLEANING THE COTTON OF A MATTRESS]

The children made a play for every part of France. They made one for every French character they had ever heard about. Jeanne could weave a play about anything, and Margot could not help saying, ”What a pity you do not have more time to play!”

At this moment the doorbell rang. Auntie Sue was ushered into the hall by the Villard maid. Auntie Sue had come to deliver her parcel and to fetch Jeanne.

”Madame Villard is not in,” said the maid, ”but the children are in the nursery. Would you like to go to them?”

Thus it happened that Auntie Sue arrived at the nursery door in time to hear the two little girls discussing a serious question.