There was once a woman who had two girls. One was her own daughter, the other a stepchild. Helena, her own daughter, she loved dearly, but she couldn't bear even the sight of Claire, the stepchild. This was because Claire was so much prettier than Helena. Claire, the dear child, didn't know how pretty she was and so she never understood why, whenever she stood beside Helena, the stepmother frowned so crossly.All Rights Reserved