Pierrot laughed, and pop!—part of his armor burst!
"Oh, he is a wicked, wicked policeman," said Jeanne. "The children always hate him in the Guignol plays."
So away from the policeman they galloped.
But wait! Look! The policeman has grown, and he is now as tall as the horse! The club he carries has grown, too, and he clubs the iron horse. It makes a terrible noise, and the horse stops.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
"Wake up, little one!" says a gruff voice.
Jeanne opens her eyes and looks into the face of a policeman standing over her in the park. She has been asleep on the bench, with the little puppet Pierrot in her arms.
It is very dark in the park. It is night.
"Come," says the policeman. "Tell me where you live, little one."
Oh, the terrible policeman of the Guignol plays! Jeanne remembers how the children hate him, and she tries to run away.