"Ah, well, chérie," said Grandmother, "you will think of something that Grandmother can do for your birthday. But to-morrow we shall go to buy the little party frock which I promised you."
Frocks were of no more interest to Margot than toys. She had too many of those, also. So she hardly listened to Grandmother's last remark.
"I am going to take you to a shop where a little girl shows clothes to the people who come to buy—a real little model. You might call her a live puppet. My chérie will enjoy that, will she not?" asked Grandmother eagerly, hoping to interest the child in a new pleasure.
Evidently the idea did bring with it something new and exciting to Margot.
For she turned and asked, "And does this little girl really walk about and pose, as people do on the stage?"
"Yes, chérie. So I hear," answered Madame Villard.
"A live puppet!"
Margot clapped her hands, and Grandmother was pleased to see her joy.
Then her face fell, she turned to Grandmother and said slowly, "Oh, what a lucky little girl she is!"