If only I were Lesbia now, or even Beatrice!
People talk about the flower of a family ,
well I expect I’m the weed, as far as appearances go!
I haven’t had my fair share in the way of good looks.”
It certainly seemed hard that Nature, which had been kind to the Gascoynes in that respect,
should have dowered her brothers and sisters so liberally, and have left poor Georgina out in the cold.
Her bright little face had an attraction all of its own,
of which she was quite unconscious,
but she was entirely accustomed to standing aside while strangers noticed and admired her younger sister Lesbia.
To do Georgina justice, though she might lament her own plainness,
it never struck her to be jealous of the others.