The Birmingham age-herald., 1909-12-27

Fanny N. Marshall in St. Nicholas. Don't you think, my dear,' said Mar garet Lindsay's father at breakfast one morning, that 1t would be a good idea for you and Margaret to go with me to Paris this year? I shall have to be there for month at least''
 Margaret caught her breath with de- light. and then held it while her mother, after thinking for a moment, nodded brightly, sayingi "Of course 1t would, John. How soon must we be ready?'
 'Wnl 10 days give you time enough?'
 '~Ten days? Yes, indeed! If it was to- morrow we would say yes just the same. wouldn't we, Margaret?"
 And so it came about that the Lind says found themselves settled in Paris for the month of May. The horse chest nuts were in snowy bloom under radiant blue skies, the streets and parks were full of people who seemed to have noth- ing to do but to enjoy themselves, while 80 many were going about in the carriages and cabs and omnibuses which crowded the driveways that Margaret thought no one could be left indoors.
 Now and then, when MT. Lindsay had a day to spare. all three went for an ex- cursfon outside or the city to see the wonderful palaces of Versailles or Fon- tainebleau, or to picnic in the woods at St. Cloud On other days Margaret and her mother visited the museums and pie ture galleries and places where such interesting things had happened that, as her mother told her about them, Mar garet felt as though she were walking through the pages of fascinating story book.
 But sometimes she found the museums f1rcf 1Ni H111l Tor ,-I of nA one day. as they sat resting in one of the long picture galleries of the Louvre, she asked a little wistfully, Are mu- seums always made just for grown-up people, mother? There are so many should think there might be one for chil- dren."
 A visitor standing near had evidently overheard the question, for she turned to them with a charming smile, and said. addressing Mrs. Lindsay in Eng fish, but with the prettiest imaginable accent: eff madame will permit me, l can tell her of musee in Paris, but very few visitors find it. At 41 Rue Gay Lussac, not far from the Luxem- bourg garden, Is the Musee des Poupees the Museum of the Dolls," she ex- plained to Margaret, who was listening 1ntently.
 You are very kind to answer my daughters question:" said Mrs. Lind say. Tt is as much of a surprise to me as it is to her to know that there is such a place"
 And may we go there tomorrow ?" asked Margaret, her blue eyes spark ling and her weariness forgotten.
 "Ah, mol" the lady answered. "To- day is Tuesday and 1t is open only on Thursday afternoons. You see; that is the time when our sch ool children can go there; Thursday is our weekly holi- day instead of Saturday, which I am : told Is the holiday in America"
 Are the dolls very pretty and are there as many as hundred?" de- 1nanded Margaret, eagerly.
 "Oh, surely many more than hun dred," said their new friend. And pretty? Yes, some of them. but not hll. It is more interesting to have them different, like people, Is 1t not?"
 But please tell me-" said Mrs. Lind say 'fs 1t private museum or a pub lie one, and who planned itr'
 why, 1t was not planned at all. It came about in this way: Some years ago it was decided to teach sewing in our French schools and q very clevAr lady, Mademoiselle Koenig, was placed in charge of that branch of the school work. She was much interested in the great variety of costumes that are to be found in our province of Brittany, where every town has it's own fashion that remains the same for years and years. So she directed that the child ren of the schools there, as part of their sewing lessons, should dress two