Margot was not a little bit, but a great big bit spoiled. Grandmother and Mother had both spoiled her, from the day she was born.
Mother was nearly always with Father and Margot saw little of her. When they were together Mother would kiss and hug a great deal and sometimes she would cry. There were always gifts in Mother's room for Margot.
And when Mother brought her into Father's room, he, too, would pet and caress her and give her toys or candy. Poor, helpless Father! He loved to see his little girl. It made his dull eyes brighten when she came into the room.
He would say to Mother after Margot had left, "Has the sun gone under a cloud, Marie? It seems darker to me."
You see, he felt sunshine while his little daughter was there.
But the nurse would not allow frequent visits. Ah, Father might never be allowed to forget that bitter war!
So Grandmother played guardian to Margot. And a loving and indulgent guardian was she!
Margot could play from morning until night if she wanted to, except, of course, for school hours.
The nursery was filled with costly toys. They did not interest little Margot any more. There were so many of them.
In fact, little spoiled Margot was not interested in anything, because she had too much.