A MomentIt was early in 1862, and Lady Augusta Bruce was walking with her small charge in the gardens of Osborne. Princess Beatrice was a lovely little girl, small and slight with fine, fluffy ash blonde hair falling free down to her waist. Her big, almond shaped eyes were a soft sky-blue and her mouth was like a little rose bud. However her cheeks were pale, and her face had an air of solemnity that was usually seen on adults of forty. The princess was also dressed, as the whole court was, in the black mourning garments that made her look so faded and ruined the picturesque image of the child.Lady Augusta had gotten so distracted in her own thoughts, that Beatrice was struggling to keep up with her friend as they walked briskly along the paths towards the House from the Swiss Cottage, where they had gone to collect vegetables for supper.'Oguska,' Beatrice gasped, half running to keep up with Augusta's long strides. 'May be stop for a moment? You see, my legs are not half as long as yours.'