While Margot was watching the puppets one day, she noticed a child standing outside the gate looking in. It was Jeanne. Jeanne was coming home from school and, as she often did, was watching Guignol's antics for a few brief moments. Margot jumped up and, to the astonishment of her nurse, she ran over to Jeanne. "Jeanne, how happy I am to see you! Come in. Come! We shall see the Guignol together," she cried. [Illustration: "COME, JEANNE, WE SHALL SEE THE GUIGNOL TOGETHER"] But Jeanne shook her head, and her eyes were sad. "I should like to, Margot," she answered. "But Auntie is waiting. I must go." They stood there together for several moments. During those moments, Margot caught once more the spell of Jeanne's play magic. For Jeanne played always. She played while she talked or dressed or walked. And while she watched the Guignol, her playing was always splendid. Margot caught the spell. Long after Jeanne had left she sat and played her own dream plays, while the play of the Guignol went on in front of her. Often after that day, Margot saw Jeanne hurrying home. But Jeanne never stopped again. Jeanne often saw Margot after that day, but she hardly turned her head toward the park. She kept hurrying on because she was afraid of the tears that lived just behind her eyes when she passed the Guignol. Those tears might at any moment break through the doors of her eyes. And Margot must not see that! As Margot watched Jeanne, she wondered whether, after all, the little puppet was such a lucky little girl. She began to think of a really lucky little girl whose name was Margot! One day when Margot came home, she said to Grandmother, "Grandmother dear, I have at last thought what you may give me on my birthday." Grandmother took her hand. "I am glad, chérie," she answered, "because the day is drawing near." "If I may take Jeanne with me to the Bois and spend the day there, that is all I wish," said Margot. "And no party?" Grandmother looked surprised. "No. I prefer that," said Margot. Grandmother telephoned to Auntie Sue. It was arranged that Jeanne was to be spared for that one day--Margot's birthday. A day in the woods was planned with a picnic and a boat ride, but, best of all, with Jeanne and Pierrot. 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.