Finist the Falcon

Once upon a time there was an old man who had three daughters. The eldest daughter and the middle daughter never thought about anything except clothes and how beautiful they’d look if they could only buy a new this or that. Mary; the youngest daughter, did all the housework and felt happy just as she was. Not that she wasn’t pretty. Her dark brows arched over the beautiful eyes of a falcon, and ample brown hair flowed down to her waist.