Margot sat down beside the little, black-aproned figure and took Jeanne's hand.
"I came to play with you, Jeanne," she said. "I came to tell you about a new play."
Jeanne could not understand it at all.
With head bent, she whispered, "But Margot dear, I have not brought Pierrot. We cannot play without Pierrot."
Margot answered, "We do not need Pierrot for this play. You see there is only one heroine, and that is you."
Then Margot told a story to Jeanne—a curious story of a little baby who was kept away from her grandmother and her cousin. Yes; the baby was really kept for a number of years from a home of love and protection and made to work. She had very little time to play. She did not even know her real name. How could she? It had never been told to her.
She told Jeanne of another little girl who lived in that home and had everything. The other little girl could have played always but didn't know how. She didn't know how to play until the first little girl came and showed her how.
Then Margot told about a kind man who received a letter from a sick lady telling what a terrible deed she had done.
The lady begged the kind man to take the little girl to his home in the country and then to send for her grandmother and little cousin.