She approached the bed and gazed; she dared to touch the scented gloves that lay by the outspread petticoat of blue and silver; she even laid a trembling finger upon the pointed bodice, which was so slender that it seemed small enough for even a child.
"Ah me," she sighed gently, "how beautiful she will be! How beautiful! And all of them will fall at her feet, as is not to be wondered at.

And it was always so all her life, even when she was an infant, and all gave her her will because of her beauty and her power.

She hath a great power.

Barbara and I are not so.

We are dull and weak, and dare not speak our minds.