Margot could not speak. Her heart was too full. She only hugged Grandmother like a little bear. Then, more like a swift jack rabbit, she flew out of the house. She flew out in search of Jeanne, her own cousin.
All the d'Artrots were looking for Jeanne, but Margot came upon her first.
Jeanne was kneeling beside a crooked little brown cross. There were flowers on it.
Jeanne had made the crooked little brown cross herself, and she was praying. She had made it for her soldier daddy.
Margot came up behind Jeanne.
"What are you doing, Jeanne?" she asked.
Jeanne thought she had never before seen Margot's face this way. It seemed that Margot was about to cry, but not the usual Margot cry.
She was not acting spoiled. She was not commanding anything. She seemed so sweet and kind and sympathetic.
"I—I was praying," said Jeanne. "But what are you doing here, Margot?"