And when the children's mothers came to buy, they said, "Isn't that a beautiful little coat?" or, "Doesn't she look sweet in that little dress?" Jeanne always looked sweet and pretty in everything she wore. Jeanne walked very straight and held her head high and smiled at all the people. She seemed to belong in those clothes. So every mother thought that her child would look as well as Jeanne looked. Of course some of them did, but not all. Jeanne was known throughout Paris--throughout "child-and-mother-Paris"--as the "Little Model." You may think that she became haughty and proud because so many people knew about her and came to watch her. But this was not the case at all. Jeanne never thought of things like that. She was too busy ever to think of such things. While she loved to help Auntie Sue, it was hard work, and often Auntie Sue worried. "Ma chérie," she would say to Jeanne as she stroked her silky brown curls, "you are happy; are you not? You do not mind the work--the hard, hard work? Ah, Jeanne, it is not pleasant sometimes, I know." And this was true. For when many, many mothers and children came, Jeanne had to walk back and forth, back and forth, through the room. She had to show the silken dresses, the velvet coats, the little fluffy bonnets and hats. And she always had to smile and answer people's questions to the tune of that smile. Then when changing behind the screen in Auntie's tiny dressing room, she had to be careful with the clothes--very careful. If lace should tear or a frock become soiled, Auntie would not be able to sell it. It was a careful little girl who changed behind that screen. [Illustration: SHE HAD TO BE CAREFUL WITH THE CLOTHES] But Jeanne would always answer Auntie as she smiled into her worried eyes, "No, no, dear Auntie Sue. Never am I sad. Never do I mind the work. It is play, you know. All the other little children envy me!" This also was true. Many children did think what fun it would be to wear all those lovely clothes and step about that gay little shop. Some even went home and tried to imitate Jeanne. They thought it was fun. They did not know it was hard, hard work. Jeanne answered Auntie Sue this way and really meant what she said. Still Jeanne often wished for the days to be much longer. Jeanne wanted to play. It was all right for those other children to play at being Jeanne. But really to be Jeanne was not play! When those other children wearied of their game of being Jeanne they stopped. Jeanne could never stop. And there was never any time left for her to play. Auntie Sue often noticed that Jeanne's eyes held a wistful look. Auntie Sue mistook that wistfulness and thought Jeanne was longing to possess the beautiful clothes she showed. She thought that Jeanne was sad because, each day, she would have to take off those lovely clothes and put on her own simple little dresses.