They were all very excited and kept telling the little girl that she would be the target of all eyes on this occasion. She wriggled beneath her headdress which seemed too tight. “Be careful, my precious one,” said her governess. “Remember, you must walk very slowly and as I have taught you.” “Yes,” said Mary, “I will remember.” The women looked at her fondly. She was such a good child, rather too serious perhaps, but always eager to learn her lessons and please those about her. Six-year-old Mary felt uncomfortable in the stiff gown, but she liked the dazzling jewels which decorated it; she pulled at the gold chain about her neck because it seemed so heavy. “Careful, my lady. Hands down. That's right. Let me see the sort of curtsey you will make to your bridegroom when you meet him.” Mary obediently made a deep curtsey, which was not easy in the heavy gown, and several of the women clapped their hands. “Does she not look beautiful!” asked one of another. “She's the most beautiful and the luckiest Princess in all the world.”
