Mr. Duval, decidedly dandified in his good coat, turned his back to his daughter. "Observe the seams," said he. "The length of the tails, the set of the sleeves at the shoulder. At the cut also in front; at the number of buttons. Tomorrow, you must observe these same matters in the coats of other men. Above all, my Jeanne, do not seem to stare. But keep your eyes open." "I will, Daddy. I know exactly what you mean. When I made this pink dress for myself and the things for Annie and Sammy, I looked at the clothes on other children to see how wide to make the hems, how long to make the sleeves, how high to make the necks, and where to make things _puffy_." "And you made a very good job of it all, too, my little woman. I am proud of your skill with the needle and greatly obliged to your good friend, Old Captain. Now look again at the seams in the back and then for our lesson. But first bring a plate of water and a large spoon. I will teach you how to eat soup." The garments were put away and the trunk closed by the time Jeanne returned. The soup lesson amused her greatly. "I can eat it much _faster_," she said, "the way Sammy does. And it's hard, isn't it, not to make a single bit of noise! I think I'm getting _funny_ lessons--sitting with both feet on the floor and standing with my shoulders straight and cleaning my finger nails every day, and brushing my teeth and holding my fork. And last night it was writing letters. I liked to do that." "There is much more that I _should_ teach you, my Jeannette, that I am unable. I am behind the times. Fashions have changed. Only a gentlewoman could give you the things that you need. But books--and life--Ah, well, little Jeanne, some day, you shall be your mother's true daughter and I shall have done one good deed--at a very great cost. But take away these dishes--you have eaten all your soup." "It was pretty _thin_ soup," laughed Jeanne. "What are we to try next?" "Another letter, I think." "That's good," said Jeanne. "I like to do letters, but I'm _so_ afraid I'll forget and wipe my pen on this pink dress. I almost did last time." The next day Jeanne remembered about the coat. Unfortunately it was a warm day and an inconvenient number of well-dressed men had removed their coats and were carrying them over their arms. But those were mostly stout men. She was much more interested in short, slender ones. Happily, a few of slight build were able to endure their coats. Jeanne's inquisitive eyes all but bored twin holes in the backs of a number of very good garments. At first she had been very cautious, but presently she became so interested in her queer pursuit that she forgot that the clothes contained flesh and blood persons. Finally a sauntering young man wheeled suddenly to catch her very close to his heels. "Say," said he, grinning at her, "I've walked twice around this triangle to see if you were really following me. What's the object?"