I want them to know that there are still good fairies in the world;
and how I was fated to meet one, how he waved his wand over me and how my
imperfections fled. Every woman will read the story of my life with rapt
attention because of the Secret. I shall tell that last of all. Now it's
my own.
Is it true that I have longed for beauty more passionately than most
women; or is it only that I know myself, not the others? I can remember
the time, away back, when the longing began--when I was----
Incredible! Was I ever an ugly little girl, careless of my appearance,
happiest in a torn and dirty dress; and homely, homely, homely? Oh,
miracle! The miracle!
They say all girls begin life thus heedless of beauty; but none get far
along the road before they meet the need of it. So it was with me; and now
I love to recall every pitiful detail of the beginning of the Quest of
Beauty, the funny little tragedy of childhood that changed the current of
my life--and of your lives, all you women who read.
It was one day after school, in the old life that has closed forever--
after the prairie school, dull, sordid, uninspiring, away in the West--
that a playmate, Billy Reynolds, was testing upon me his powers of
teasing.
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