Jeanne was coming home from school and, as she often did, was watching Guignol's antics for a few brief moments.
Margot jumped up and, to the astonishment of her nurse, she ran over to Jeanne.
"Jeanne, how happy I am to see you! Come in. Come! We shall see the Guignol together," she cried.
But Jeanne shook her head, and her eyes were sad.
"I should like to, Margot," she answered. "But Auntie is waiting. I must go."
They stood there together for several moments. During those moments, Margot caught once more the spell of Jeanne's play magic.
For Jeanne played always. She played while she talked or dressed or walked. And while she watched the Guignol, her playing was always splendid. Margot caught the spell.
Long after Jeanne had left she sat and played her own dream plays, while the play of the Guignol went on in front of her. Often after that day, Margot saw Jeanne hurrying home. But Jeanne never stopped again.
Jeanne often saw Margot after that day, but she hardly turned her head toward the park. She kept hurrying on because she was afraid of the tears that lived just behind her eyes when she passed the Guignol.