CHAPTER VIII
THE GUIGNOL
Auntie Sue watched Jeanne as she skipped along to school. There could not possibly have been a happier skip. There could not possibly have been a happier little face than the one Auntie Sue had just kissed.
But yet as Jeanne turned the corner, Auntie Sue felt something sad inside of her.
Something said to her, "She is not really happy. Other children are happy, but Jeanne is not a child. She is a puppet—a puppet."
Suzanne rushed into the shop and tried to shut out those thoughts. And Jeanne skipped along to school.
Strange to say, Jeanne was thinking of puppets, too. But she was not thinking of them in the same way as was Auntie Sue.
She was thinking of the puppet show in the park. This puppet show is called a Guignol (gēn´-yōl) in France and the park where it is played is the Champs Elysées.
On nearly every corner of this beautiful park is a Guignol. Where there is no Guignol, there is a swing, or there are donkeys to ride or goat carts. Children are amused in Paris.