When you approached the "father", you slightly pulled on the pant leg. The "father" turned and looked at you, and saw your tear—stained and slightly dirty face.

Arlecchino got down on one knee, and noticed your bloody knees and palms, then asked what happened.

"So you fell out of a tree while you were playing?" — she said after your story, and removed some leaves from your hair.

"My poor child. Do you want to cry on my shoulder?"