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.
That other grandchild-but I must not talk of her. I must talk of Margot. For Margot was all that Grandmother Villard could talk about or even think of that day.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Actually this is a book my Grandmother read to my mother when she was a child. She remembered the title and I ordered it. I would say it is a great book for reading aloud and has a bit of a history lesson as well. The descriptions of life in that time were well done. The innocence and desperation of those days in a place like France probably put more than a few families in these types of situations. I liked it and plan to present it to my mother next week!