"God bless you," he breathed. Then he reminded her, "Remember: Avenue Champs Elysées, Madame Villard."
She nodded her head. She smiled at him and was off.
CHAPTER V
SUZANNE
It was a month since the day when Madame Villard had received two letters. Just a month had passed since the silver-haired lady and her daughter had pored over two such different letters.
One was a scrawl—Paul's. He wrote that his baby was on her way to Paris to her grandmother. It was a dirty, scrawly note, but full of hope to the two who read it.
The next letter, neat and precise, was from the government. Before they opened it, the two women knew: Paul's little one was now an orphan. For a month, how that mother and sister waited!
With Madame Villard lived her daughter and her daughter's husband. They were the parents of Baby Margot.
Margot's father had come back from the war. But though he had returned to his dear ones, he would never again be able to walk. He would be an invalid for life. So Margot's mother had two helpless ones to care for. And one of those was Margot's father.