The Little House
It was difficult to know what to reply.
‘I see you think I have no chance,’ Brownie said falteringly.
‘I don’t say that,’ Maimie answered politely; ‘of course your face is just a tiny bit homely, but—’ Really it was quite awkward for her.
Fortunately she remembered about her father and the bazaar. He had gone to a fashionable bazaar where all the most beautiful ladies in London were on view for half a crown the second day, but on his return home, instead of being dissatisfied with Maimie’s mother, he had said, ‘You can’t think, my dear, what a relief it is to see a homely face again.‘
Maimie repeated this story, and it fortified Brownie tremendously, indeed she had no longer the slightest doubt that the Duke would choose her. So she scudded away up the ribbon, calling out to Maimie not to follow lest the Queen should mischief her.
But Maimie‘s curiosity tugged her forward, and presently at the seven Spanish chestnuts she saw95
