Margot and Jeanne watched the people sitting outside of cafés on the streets. They watched the fashionable strollers along the boulevards.
For Paris is well dressed, both inside and out. French cooking is an art, as is everything that these art-loving people attempt.
At the end of their happy day the little girls drove to the park. They sat upon a bench beneath shady trees and they watched a Guignol play.
They had chatted and laughed and now were the very best of friends. Margot was a happy little girl that day. She had learned from Jeanne how to play.
"Sit still, Pierrot," scolded Jeanne softly so that only Margot might hear.
"Pierrot, you shall never come again if you do not behave!" continued Jeanne.
Margot was laughing, for she could see Pierrot bouncing up and down on the bench. Of course the other children couldn't see it, but Jeanne told Margot about it. So she could see plainly what this naughty puppet was doing.
"Oh, dear!" whispered Jeanne to Margot. "He will do something dreadful when Guignol comes on the stage. You know he cannot bear Guignol!"
There now was an ugly, red-nosed clown in the play. He had taken Pierrot's place after that day when poor Pierrot had been abandoned.
"Here comes Guignol!" exclaimed Margot.