A Grandmothers Recollections | Page 9

She then pointed
out to me a small white spot on my left thumb nail, which she said
always denoted a present. I was rather incredulous at first, not
conceiving that so brilliant a dream could be realized; but after a while
the doll actually made its appearance, and I began to regard Mammy as
something little short of a witch, and became far more tractable in
consequence of my increased awe.

Jane's stories, as well as Mammy's always began with "Once upon a
time there were two sisters;" one was represented as plain-looking, but
amiable--the other beautiful, but a very Zantippe in temper. By some
wonderful combination of circumstances, the elder lost her beauty and
ugliness at the same time--when some good fairy always came along,
who, by a magic touch of her wand, made both the sisters far more
lovely than the elder had been. Beauty was always the burden of the
tale; people who were not beautiful met with no adventures, and
seemed to lead a hum-drum sort of life; therefore, I insensibly learned
to regard this wonderful possession as something very much to be
desired. I believe I was quite a pretty child, with dark bright eyes, red
lips, and a pair of very rosy cheeks. I spent considerable time before the
glass, and both Mammy and Jane began to fear the effects of vanity.
Often and often would the old nurse say: "You needn't stand before the
glass, Miss Amy--there is nothing to look at," or when in a bad humor,
"Don't make such faces, child--you have no beauty to spare," and I can
very well remember how both would endeavor to persuade me that I
was the most veritable little fright that ever existed, and quite a bugbear
to my relations.
"What a pity," Jane would commence, as she saw me surveying myself
with an air of infinite satisfaction, "what a pity it is that Miss Amy has
such a dark, ugly skin--almost like an Indian, isn't it, nurse?"
I had eyes to judge for myself, and knew that I was much fairer than
either Mammy or Jane; and somebody had remarked in my presence:
"What a lovely neck and shoulders!" therefore I generally remained
perfectly quiet while listening to these inuendoes.
"Yes," Mammy would reply, "a very great pity--but an amiable temper,
Miss Amy, is more than looks; you must try and cultivate that, to make
up for your want of beauty."
"And then," continued Jane, "only see how perfectly straight her hair is!
not a sign of curl, nor even a twist!--and black eyes have such a wicked
kind of a look; they always remind me of cannibals."
Jane's eyes were as blue and bright as glass beads, while Mammy's, I

thought, approached a green, but with my own I felt perfectly satisfied;
for a lady had remarked in my presence what beautiful eyes I
had--adding that "dark eyes were so much more expressive than blue;
blue ones were so very insipid looking." The observation about my hair,
though, was only too correct, and touched me most sensibly. While
most of the other children possessed those soft, flowing curls, so
beautiful in childhood, mine obstinately refused to wave; and was, to
use Jane's expression, "as straight and as stiff as a poker." I had
endeavored to remedy this as far as lay in my power, and one day set
my hair in a blaze, while curling it with a very hot pipe-stem. I was, in
consequence, deemed one of the most abandoned of the nursery
inmates; and found myself minus at least one half of the hair I had
hitherto possessed.
I really believe that both Jane and Mammy sincerely hoped to eradicate
my besetting sin, by such blunt remarks as the former; but no course
could have been less wise than the one which they took. I knew very
well that I was neither a fright, an Indian, nor a cannibal; and the pains
which they took to convince me to the contrary led me to give myself
credit for much more beauty than I really possessed. I also regarded
amiability as a virtue of very small account; and supposed that those
who practised it, only did so because they possessed neither beauty,
grace, nor anything else to recommend them.
A great source of annoyance to me was my dress. As I was an only
daughter, some mothers, with the same means, would have enhanced
my attractions with all the aid of ornament, and established me as a
permanent divinity of the drawing-room, whom all must bow to and
flatter as they entered its precincts. But, although fond of display, and
surrounded with all the appliances of wealth, the taste of my parents
never did run much on dress; and I often felt