I did not
mean to eavesdrop. I supposed they knew I was there until Cecily
overwhelmed me with indignation later on.
"I'm so afraid, Cecily, that I'm going to be homely all my life,"
said poor Sara with a tremble in her voice. "You can stand being
ugly when you are young if you have any hope of being better
looking when you grow up. But I'm getting worse. Aunt Mary says
I'm going to be the very image of Aunt Matilda. And Aunt Matilda
is as homely as she can be. It isn't"--and poor Sara sighed--"a
very cheerful prospect. If I am ugly nobody will ever want to
marry me, and," concluded Sara candidly, "I don't want to be an
old maid."
"But plenty of girls get married who aren't a bit pretty,"
comforted Cecily. "Besides, you are real nice looking at times,
Sara. I think you are going to have a nice figure."
"But just look at my hands," moaned Sara. "They're simply covered
with warts."
"Oh, the warts will all disappear before you grow up," said
Cecily.
"But they won't disappear before the school concert. How am I to
get up there and recite? You know there is one line in my
recitation, 'She waved her lily-white hand,' and I have to wave
mine when I say it. Fancy waving a lily-white hand all covered
with warts. I've tried every remedy I ever heard of, but nothing
does any good.
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