I heard the servants speak of me, and say what a great heiress I would be in the years to come, if my father had no sons; but I hardly understood, and cared still less.
As I grew older I worshipped my beautiful mother, she was so very kind to me.

I always felt that she was so pleased to see me.

She never gave me the impression that I was tiresome, or intruded on her.

Sometimes her toilet would be finished before the dinner-bell rang, then she would come to the nursery and ask for me.

We walked up and down the long picture gallery, where the dead, and gone Ladies Tayne looked at us from the walls.