The morning of Margot's birthday arrived. As the little girl opened her eyes, a dismal sight met them.
The gray sky was pouring down bucketsful of rain. The morning was as gray and dark as a rainy morning can be. Margot saw her day in the woods spoiled, and she started to cry.
But Grandmother arranged that Jeanne was to come to the apartment.
Margot's pout did not make of her a very happy looking birthday girl. But she had to be satisfied with these plans.
"It would have been so nice to play in the Bois," she sulked.
"Yes, chérie," said Grandmother, "but we cannot change the weather."
And so in front of a crackling fire in Margot's toy stuffed nursery, the two little girls spent the day.
Margot met Jeanne with, "Isn't it too bad?"
But Jeanne could find nothing to feel sorry about.
"Oh, what a beautiful fire!" she exclaimed.