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Little Jeanne of France
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Grandmother arose. The two little girls followed her to the white dotted graveyard. They knelt before one of the white slabs. Jeanne saw her own father's name in letters before her. She tried to pray and to keep her eyes on those words, "Paul Villard." But the letters ran together.
A little breeze seemed to be whispering over and over to her, "Jeanne Villard, Jeanne Villard – that is your name."
Grandmother and Margot at last arose. Margot put her arm lovingly about Jeanne's shoulder.
"Come, Jeanne, little cousin," she said. "Let us go home now and play."
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A little breeze seemed to be whispering over and over to her, "Jeanne Villard, Jeanne Villard – that is your name."
Grandmother and Margot at last arose. Margot put her arm lovingly about Jeanne's shoulder.
"Come, Jeanne, little cousin," she said. "Let us go home now and play."
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