"Thank you, Madame," said Auntie Sue gratefully, "for your splendid order to-day. It was indeed kind of you to make so many purchases at my little shop." Madame answered, "I am truly pleased with your charming wares, my dear Mademoiselle Moreau. Besides, you know, my dear friend Major d'Artrot is also a friend of yours." "But Madame," said Auntie Sue, as the grandmother and her little Margot started out of the door, "I have not yet taken your name. I do not know--." "Of course, of course," laughed Madame Villard. "How very forgetful of me! Please write my name and address, so you will know where to send the little things." Suzanne seated herself at a tiny desk and, with pencil poised, looked up at the sweet face above her. Madame dictated: "Madame Paul Villard. Avenue Champs Elysées." The pencil dropped from Auntie Sue's hand. Her head fell forward. Jeanne rushed over to the little desk and caught Auntie Sue as she was about to fall. "Auntie, Auntie dear, what is the matter?" she cried. Little Margot picked up the pencil while both children and Madame Villard hovered over the desk. Suzanne rested her head on her hand and whispered, "It is all right. I am all right now. I was only a bit faint. Oh, I am so sorry, dear Madame." [Illustration: "IT IS ALL RIGHT. I AM ALL RIGHT NOW--"] Auntie Sue was soon up upon her sprightly little feet again. Smilingly she bowed Madame and her granddaughter out of the door. But when they had left the shop, Suzanne went to her room, and Jeanne did not see her again that day. CHAPTER XIII COME AND PLAY Margot took off the telephone receiver and asked for a number. It was early next morning, and the child was not yet dressed. She was in kimono and slippers and had tiptoed into the living room. "Hello," said a voice at the other end of the wire. "Hello," said Margot. "I want to speak with Jeanne, if you please." Margot had talked of nothing but Jeanne from the time she had left the shop. She had fallen asleep last night to the tune of Pierrot dreams, fiery steeds, and gallant armored knights. Grandmother promised that she might ask Jeanne to play with her to-day. They would go for a long drive. They would go to the park and to the Guignol. There was nobody like Jeanne--nobody that Margot had ever met. "Is this Jeanne?" asked Margot, as the little girl's voice came over the telephone. "Yes." "This is Margot. Can you go out with me to-day? I shall call for you at two." It was a command, but little Margot was not aware of that. She did not mean it that way. She only meant to have what she wanted, as she usually did. "But I must first ask Auntie," Jeanne replied. "Oh, she will let you go," declared Margot. "You may tell her that we shall take care of you and bring you back safely."