"There is only one thing here that would suit me," she said. "See, behold!" she pointed to a very small child's hat in a corner. It was trimmed with small bunches of marguerites and violets. Her friend expostulated with her but she did not take the least notice. "_J'aime beaucoup le chapeau là_," she said, pointing to the one of her choice. "Ah," exclaimed the young French shop-girl. "_Le chapeau pour la bébé._ It is nice, is it not? But now, we must find something Parisian for Madame herself." Before Margot could quite get to the end of this exciting story and find out which hat the red-faced, fat woman required, Madame la Comtesse came to her side. "I have settled for thee, _ma petite_," she said. "Thou wilt come here each morning and take lessons in the making of chapeaux, then, after that is over, thou shalt have an hour in which to learn the French tongue and half an hour to do the different harmonies on the piano. Then thou wilt return to my Alphonse. Thou wilt be a very happy _chère petite_. See, I leave thee now under the care of Madame Marcelle." Margot did not know whether to laugh or cry. The Comtesse whisked out of the shop amidst more nods and smiles and Madame came and took Margot's little hand. "Behold," she said, "thou art of the _ancienne noblesse_. Now thou wilt learn. I myself will instruct thee. Dost thou see that woman with the red face?" "Oh, yes," said Margot, "she is very ugly." "She wants to find a hat," said Madame, "which would only suit a _bébé_. Now then, come. You and I we will go to her and show her what is right. Thou must flatter her into buying a Parisian chapeau. She would look absurd with her own ideas." "I thought this--this was a school," said poor little Margot, raising her brown eyes and fixing them on Madame Marcelle. "So it is a school, _ma petite_ Comtesse, and of the most wonderful, the most _extraordinaire_. Ah, Madame la Comtesse is right to have you taught. A little knowledge goes a long way when it is acquired as I will teach it. Now, then, stand aside and listen. You will soon learn. I manage in this school of all schools the best. Come! Hold my hand." She brought the pretty child forward and stood right in front of the red-faced lady. "You want a chapeau, Madame. Ah, _c'est drôle, ne c'est pas?_ That is for _la bébé_." She pointed with scorn at the tiny hat. "Here is one for you. See, I am in the despair to oblige you, but behold I have the very thing." Madame produced a hat from off its stand, covered with flowers, butterflies and small feathers of different colours. "Behold for yourself, Madame! It came from Paris yesterday." "It is too showy. I like the little hat best," said Madame of the red face.