Looking at Eleanor Roy growled, “The serving wench has spoiled it!”With that he vanished leaving a crying and completely unfulfilled Elenor weepin... beside the bed.Suddenly Eleanor’s face twisted into rage. So, this woman wished to interfere! We would soon see about that! Floating toward the door a new look of determination filled her eyes. This would never happen again! Her time with Roy was for her and no one else!The next morning the Nanny was waiting for the girls parents to arrive home.. "Really? So you don't mind hanging out with an old lady like me?"Christine looked at her seriously. "You are not old. Janice, I think you are so wonderful."Janice's face turned red. "Thank you sweetheart. I appreciate that. I think you are wonderful yourself, and very pretty." Janice hand lightly stroked Christine's baby face.Christine knew she had to tell her. She couldn't keep lying to her. "Janice, I have something to tell you," Christine began.Janice sat up and waited. "Yes?" I know who. She was obviously an exotic – a mixture of white and a darker race. Exotics were known to be the most beautiful people ever born. He smiled at her, noticing the obvious truth of that popular belief.“Tally,” Frank said, saying the word slowly as though testing it on his tongue to see how it felt. “Hmm. That’s a nickname, correct?”“Uh, yeah,” Tally confessed, not really wanting to change the conversation from a subject that fascinated her. “It’s short for Tallulah. My grandmother was a famous. Shaking my head and squeezing my eyes shut, I looked at upon her again to make sure I saw what I saw. I did. She was the most beautiful thing I had had ever thought I could see with my own eyes. In high school, I hated reading poetry as I found the supposed descriptions of beauty and love frivolous and I never understood how the imaginary beauty of Helen of Troy could cause a war; until I saw her.I must have made a spectacle of myself, standing there looking in at her, not blinking, but I.