![]() ![]() ![]() No one cared about those things any more than they cared about her talents on the pianoforte or whether she could speak French.īy the time Margaret was seventeen, she accepted, however sullenly and grudgingly, that the best she could hope for was to be called charming, or perhaps handsome. She didn't want to hear about ducklings and swans anymore, or about good bones or fine eyes. She wanted to be dainty and beautiful, not tall and plain with no bosom to speak of. When she was fourteen, she threw her mirror against the wall and broke it, furious at the reflection it showed her. Her brother showed Margaret how to punch a boy right in the nose, and she felt much better after showing the squire's son this new skill, even if it did result in a fortnight's punishment for unladylike behavior. ![]() When she was ten years old, the local squire's son called her a horse-faced shrew. But Mama was very beautiful, and therefore she must know the secret. Margaret obeyed, although she wasn't sure what porridge had to do with beauty. Her mother laughed and said of course she would, if only she ate her porridge and did as her nurse said. When Margaret de Lacey was six years old, she dreamed of being a great beauty and marrying a prince. ![]()
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