Then Major d"Artrot pulled a little card out of his pocket and showed it to Madame.
"And since Mademoiselle (m?d-mw?-zel") Margot is to have a beautiful frock," he said, "why do you not take her to this old friend of mine who makes some of the loveliest frocks in Paris?"
Madame Villard read the card and then looked up at the Major questioningly.
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He continued, "Suzanne Moreau lived in the village adjoining my farm before that village was destroyed by the enemy. She was a demure little dressmaker, and we knew her, my wife and I, as a kindly and lonely soul.
Now as you see by this card, she has established a fashionable children"s shop in your Paris. She is still a kindly, modest little woman. Her whole life is centered in that small niece of hers, Jeanne, who is called the "Little Model." Have you, perhaps, heard of her?"
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Madame Villard nodded and looked again at the card.
"Auntie Sue"s Shop," she read.
"Yes, indeed," she answered, "I have heard. But Margot and I have never been to the shop. Now since I know that they are friends of yours, we will surely go."
"Ah, you are kind," said the Major. "Auntie Sue deserves what little one can do to help. She is struggling alone and works very hard. I a.s.sure you, dear Madame Villard, that she is a most deserving and honest person."
"I believe that," smiled Madame, patting the Major"s hand. "For to be a friend of yours, one is obliged to be deserving, honest, and kind."
CHAPTER VIII
THE GUIGNOL
Auntie Sue watched Jeanne as she skipped along to school. There could not possibly have been a happier skip. There could not possibly have been a happier little face than the one Auntie Sue had just kissed.
But yet as Jeanne turned the corner, Auntie Sue felt something sad inside of her.
Something said to her, "She is not really happy. Other children are happy, but Jeanne is not a child. She is a puppet--a puppet."
Suzanne rushed into the shop and tried to shut out those thoughts. And Jeanne skipped along to school.
Strange to say, Jeanne was thinking of puppets, too. But she was not thinking of them in the same way as was Auntie Sue.
She was thinking of the puppet show in the park. This puppet show is called a Guignol (gen"-yol) in France and the park where it is played is the Champs Elysees.
On nearly every corner of this beautiful park is a Guignol. Where there is no Guignol, there is a swing, or there are donkeys to ride or goat carts. Children are amused in Paris.
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Jeanne often pa.s.sed the park, but the amus.e.m.e.nts there were not for her. Jeanne had no time for Guignols and donkeys and goat carts.
Jeanne had to go to school and from school to help Auntie in the shop.
The donkeys and swings and other amus.e.m.e.nts did not attract Jeanne so much. But oh, how she loved the Guignol! Very often she would stop outside the tall gates and watch for ever so short a time.
And when the children cried out, "There he is! There he is!" as they do when the wicked policeman pops up his puppet head, Jeanne would shout with them.
She loved those silly little puppets. She knew them all just by pa.s.sing them each day.
There was Guignol, the bad boy. He was the one all the children loved.
There was the policeman; and how they hated him! There was a funny lady with a wobbly hat, which was always knocked off; and her hair would all fall down.
There were others. There was a pale, very pale boy they called Pierrot (pye-ro") which, in French, means "clown."
Jeanne felt sorry for him because he was very old and paintless and torn. They never gave him a fresh coat of paint nor mended his suit.
Poor Pierrot!
Jeanne knew those stories by heart, too. There was the story of the milkman. The bad boy drinks all the milkman"s milk, while sending him on useless errands.
There was "The Mattress," the story in which Guignol has a dream right up on the tiny stage. Guignol, by the way, is just like our American Punch, a puppet of the Punch and Judy show.
There were a few other stories, but they were always the same. Jeanne thought of many new stories. She wondered why the children didn"t grow tired of having the same stories all the time. Jeanne could make up others--and she did--while she skipped to school. She made them up while she walked about the shop showing Auntie"s little models.
To-day was a very fine day. When school was over, Jeanne found a group of children in bright-colored clothes, watching the Guignol. How sweet and pretty they looked sitting under the trees in their dainty clothes!
Jeanne leaned against a tree. It was early yet. She might watch one Guignol play.
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The play was "The Thief." Guignol gives a lady a rose. She puts it in her hair under the large, floppy hat.
Then Guignol dances for her. It is a clumsy dance, and he trips. The children laugh. He gallops clumsily off the stage. Pierrot tiptoes in from the other side.
Jeanne leans forward eagerly. Has Pierrot a new suit, new paint? No, he is shabby and pale. Ah, poor Pierrot! But he dances on tiptoes, so light is he.
His dance is elfin and gay. The lady watches. She is enchanted. Pierrot flits about the stage. Then, when his dance is at an end, he s.n.a.t.c.hes the rose from the lady"s hair. The lady"s wobbly hat falls off. The lady"s wobbly hair falls down. She is a sorry sight.
But who is that entering on the side? It is Guignol! He marches up to Pierrot, and there is a fight. The children scream. The children cry out. Pierrot is losing.
"Ah, Guignol! Guignol!" the children cry.
Their hero is winning.
Pierrot is thrown, and he lands far away from the stage. He lands on the ground, but the children do not mind.
They are all absorbed in Guignol--their Guignol. He is kissing the lady now.
But not for long are they happy. The alligator comes gliding upon the stage. There is another battle, and Guignol vanquishes the alligator.
Then indeed is Guignol a hero. The curtain falls to the pleased applause of the young audience.
Only Jeanne has noticed Pierrot. He lies in a heap on the ground. n.o.body has come to fetch him.