Then it stopped, and a soft head slowly sank upon Suzanne's breast. Jeanne was asleep.
Suzanne sat staring ahead of her. The baby had made a decision for Suzanne.
Cruelly and unfairly, in her mind Suzanne blamed little Jeanne for the decision she made that night. But her torn heart could not have stood the blame. She knew and felt only one thing.
To the sleeping child she cried, "I cannot, cannot give you up, my little Jeanne. Never, never!"
The locket with the soldier's picture was put away under lock and key. And Madame Villard continued to wait for her grandchild.
CHAPTER VI
JEANNE
Jeanne grew under the loving and tender care of Suzanne. Never once did Suzanne approach the stately apartment house on the Avenue Champs Elysées. Never once did she allow Jeanne to go in that direction.
Several years passed. Jeanne was now a tall girl. But still Auntie Sue had a terrible feeling about that apartment house.