Those tears might at any moment break through the doors of her eyes. And Margot must not see that!
As Margot watched Jeanne, she wondered whether, after all, the little puppet was such a lucky little girl. She began to think of a really lucky little girl whose name was Margot!
One day when Margot came home, she said to Grandmother, "Grandmother dear, I have at last thought what you may give me on my birthday."
Grandmother took her hand.
"I am glad, chérie," she answered, "because the day is drawing near."
"If I may take Jeanne with me to the Bois and spend the day there, that is all I wish," said Margot.
"And no party?" Grandmother looked surprised.
"No. I prefer that," said Margot.
Grandmother telephoned to Auntie Sue. It was arranged that Jeanne was to be spared for that one day—Margot's birthday.
A day in the woods was planned with a picnic and a boat ride, but, best of all, with Jeanne and Pierrot.