"Ah, Guignol! Guignol!" the children cry.
Their hero is winning.
Pierrot is thrown, and he lands far away from the stage. He lands on the ground, but the children do not mind.
They are all absorbed in Guignol—their Guignol. He is kissing the lady now.
But not for long are they happy. The alligator comes gliding upon the stage. There is another battle, and Guignol vanquishes the alligator.
Then indeed is Guignol a hero. The curtain falls to the pleased applause of the young audience.
Only Jeanne has noticed Pierrot. He lies in a heap on the ground. Nobody has come to fetch him.
Time goes on, and as the sun sinks lower, more and more children leave the park. The Guignol plays are over for the day. The men who make them are packing to go.
Now everyone is gone but Jeanne. Jeanne and the Pierrot are alone. The little girl goes up to the puppet.
"They have forgotten you, Pierrot," she says softly, "but maybe they do not care."