Margot had talked of nothing but Jeanne from the time she had left the shop. She had fallen asleep last night to the tune of Pierrot dreams, fiery steeds, and gallant armored knights.
Grandmother promised that she might ask Jeanne to play with her to-day. They would go for a long drive. They would go to the park and to the Guignol. There was nobody like Jeanne—nobody that Margot had ever met.
"Is this Jeanne?" asked Margot, as the little girl's voice came over the telephone.
"Yes."
"This is Margot. Can you go out with me to-day? I shall call for you at two."
It was a command, but little Margot was not aware of that. She did not mean it that way. She only meant to have what she wanted, as she usually did.
"But I must first ask Auntie," Jeanne replied.
"Oh, she will let you go," declared Margot. "You may tell her that we shall take care of you and bring you back safely."
Margot waited while Jeanne ran to Auntie's room. Jeanne had not seen Auntie since the afternoon before, when she had so mysteriously disappeared in her room after her fainting spell. Jeanne found Auntie a pale and worried Auntie this morning.
"Oh, Auntie dear," cried Jeanne, throwing her arms about Suzanne's neck, "you are not well."