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CONTENTS
Page
Chapter I
Madame Villard 11
Chapter II
Paul 18
Chapter III
To the Front! 25
Chapter IV
On to Paris 32
Chapter V
Suzanne 39
Chapter VI
Jeanne 52
Chapter VII
Major d'Artrot 64
Chapter VIII
The Guignol 78
Chapter IX
An Adventure in the Bois 90
Chapter X
The Live Puppet 101
Chapter XI
Little Spoiled Margot 108
Chapter XII
At Auntie Sue's Shop 114
Chapter XIII
Come and Play 127
Chapter XIV
A Drive Through Paris 135
Chapter XV
Jeanne and Margot 148
Chapter XVI
"I Want to Play" 156
Chapter XVII
A Call for Help 168
Chapter XVIII
Margot's Story 179
[Illustration: THE BOIS DE BOULOGNE (Page 90)]
Little Jeanne of France
CHAPTER I
MADAME VILLARD
"The baby is a dear little dark-haired girl, Madame Villard
(vē-lär´)," said the nurse.
Madame Villard came forward, and her face expressed the joy in her
heart.
It was the twilight hour. Paris was busily honking and tooting outside
the broad windows of Madame Villard's apartment.
The apartment looked out upon one of Paris' finest avenues. And Paris
has many fine avenues. This had been Madame Villard's home for many
years.
[Illustration: THE APARTMENT ON AVENUE CHAMPS ELYSÉES WHERE MADAME
VILLARD LIVED]
It was here she had raised her family--her boy and her girl. It was the
same girl whose "dear little, dark-haired baby" had just come into the
world.
"May I--may I see her?" asked Madame Villard softly.
The nurse led her into the room, and the grandmother looked with
tear-dimmed eyes upon this first grandchild.
Baby Margot (mär´-gō) was Madame's first grandchild. At least, that
is what Madame thought. Little did Madame Villard know that at this same
moment another grandchild of hers was opening wondering brown eyes upon
the same world!
The same world and the same country, France! Yet how different was
this other grandchild's world from the world of little Margot!
Little soft, comfy Margot in her billowy pink and lace down! Little
soft, cuddly Margot, whom Grandmother took into her arms that day! All
the while, she did not know about the other grandchild.
That other grandchild did not have soft billowy pink and lace pillows on
which to rest her head. That other grandchild did not have a
grandmother's loving arms into which she could cuddle down.
Page
Chapter I
Madame Villard 11
Chapter II
Paul 18
Chapter III
To the Front! 25
Chapter IV
On to Paris 32
Chapter V
Suzanne 39
Chapter VI
Jeanne 52
Chapter VII
Major d'Artrot 64
Chapter VIII
The Guignol 78
Chapter IX
An Adventure in the Bois 90
Chapter X
The Live Puppet 101
Chapter XI
Little Spoiled Margot 108
Chapter XII
At Auntie Sue's Shop 114
Chapter XIII
Come and Play 127
Chapter XIV
A Drive Through Paris 135
Chapter XV
Jeanne and Margot 148
Chapter XVI
"I Want to Play" 156
Chapter XVII
A Call for Help 168
Chapter XVIII
Margot's Story 179
[Illustration: THE BOIS DE BOULOGNE (Page 90)]
Little Jeanne of France
CHAPTER I
MADAME VILLARD
"The baby is a dear little dark-haired girl, Madame Villard
(vē-lär´)," said the nurse.
Madame Villard came forward, and her face expressed the joy in her
heart.
It was the twilight hour. Paris was busily honking and tooting outside
the broad windows of Madame Villard's apartment.
The apartment looked out upon one of Paris' finest avenues. And Paris
has many fine avenues. This had been Madame Villard's home for many
years.
[Illustration: THE APARTMENT ON AVENUE CHAMPS ELYSÉES WHERE MADAME
VILLARD LIVED]
It was here she had raised her family--her boy and her girl. It was the
same girl whose "dear little, dark-haired baby" had just come into the
world.
"May I--may I see her?" asked Madame Villard softly.
The nurse led her into the room, and the grandmother looked with
tear-dimmed eyes upon this first grandchild.
Baby Margot (mär´-gō) was Madame's first grandchild. At least, that
is what Madame thought. Little did Madame Villard know that at this same
moment another grandchild of hers was opening wondering brown eyes upon
the same world!
The same world and the same country, France! Yet how different was
this other grandchild's world from the world of little Margot!
Little soft, comfy Margot in her billowy pink and lace down! Little
soft, cuddly Margot, whom Grandmother took into her arms that day! All
the while, she did not know about the other grandchild.
That other grandchild did not have soft billowy pink and lace pillows on
which to rest her head. That other grandchild did not have a
grandmother's loving arms into which she could cuddle down.