But the policeman catches hold of her arm. It seems to Jeanne that his face is kind.
"Come, little one! Do not be afraid of me. I am the friend of the children. Tell me where you live and let me take you home," he says.
It was very dark in the park, but as they walked through the city streets, the lights made everything as bright as day.
Jeanne and the policeman and Pierrot came to the door of Auntie Sue's Shop. When the policeman handed Jeanne to Auntie Sue, the little girl could not help wondering why the children hate the policeman in the Guignol plays.
"Oh, Jeanne, my little one, ma chérie! Where have you been?" cried Auntie Sue.
It was quite evident that poor Auntie Sue had been worried ill. She caught the little dreamer and the puppet into her arms. She hugged them so tightly that Jeanne thought they would both be crushed. Jeanne was more concerned about Pierrot than about herself, though, for he was so little and frail.
Then Auntie put Jeanne to bed with Pierrot beside her, his face peering out from the covers.
And when Auntie had left them alone, Jeanne whispered to her little puppet friend, "Pierrot, the policeman shall not be bad in our stories! He is good, you see. In our stories you shall be the hero. The policeman shall be a kind man who loves children. Guignol shall be the wicked one, and you shall kick and beat him."
Pierrot did not move. Jeanne was awake now, you see. And puppets do not move by themselves when children are awake.
But Jeanne thought she saw his eyes twinkle and his nose wriggle just the least bit, before she popped off to sleep.