until the minute you get off. Itâs awful. Youâd have to tie a tiara down with string.â
âString? On a queen?â said Dr. Holt. âYou mean a gold chain, donât you?â
âOf course,â breathed Sophie. She was carried away by the very thought of it. The gold, the diamonds. âOh, I hope I meet a queen someday,â she said wistfully.
âYouâll have learn how to curtsy first,â said Dr. Holt. âQueens donât shake hands with commoners.â
âWhatâs a commoner?â
âYou are. I am. Anyone whoâs not a member of the royal family is considered a commoner.â
âThat doesnât sound like a very nice thing to call us,â said Sophie.
âThatâs neither here nor there,â Dr. Holt said firmly. âIf you want to meet a queen, youâll have to learn how to curtsy.â
âBut how?â said Sophie. âI donât know anyone who knows how to curtsy.â
âI do.â
âYou
do?
â Sophie said. Dr. Holt was getting more and more amazing all the time. She couldnât imagine anyone as stiff as Dr. Holt curtsying. Or letting anyone call her a commoner. Not even a queen.
âI can teach you, too,â said Dr. Holt. Then before Sophie could say another word, she added, âBut Iâm warning you, itâs hard work. Thereâs a lot more to curtsying than just bobbing up and down.â
âThatâs all right,â Sophie said rashly, thinking that her mother would fall over dead in a faint if she could hear. âI love hard work.â
Chapter Seven
And hard work it was. Sophie was so eager to start that Dr. Holt agreed they could put the gardening to one side for a while. Sophie didnât even mind the way Dr. Holt sat barking orders at her. She tried to follow her instructions very carefully. If she could get it right and meet a queen, Sophie was confident the tiara wouldnât be far behind.
It was much more complicated than sheâd thought. There were a ton of things she had to remember. Back straight, arms out, head up, toes pointing straight ahead. The hardest part was keeping her balance. The first few tries,
every time Sophie got halfway into a curtsy, she fell over.
âItâs not a bob, the way all you young people seem to think it is these days,â Dr. Holt said unsympathetically as Sophie collapsed into another heap on the grass. âA real curtsy is a dignified, elegant movement. You
lower
your body to the ground. You donât drop it.â
âHow can I be dignified if I donât even know what it means?â Sophie grumbled, getting to her feet.
âBelieve me,â said Dr. Holt, âyouâll know what it means when you get it right.â
Unfortunately, Sophieâs body didnât want to lower, it wanted to drop. No matter how hard she tried. âYouâre wobbling,â said Dr. Holt. âThatâs because youâre leaning forward too much.â
âI canât help it,â Sophie wailed as she fell onto the grass for what felt like the thousandth time. She lay on her back and looked up at the sky, discouraged. âWhen I get the back right, you tell me my legs are wrong.
When I get the legs right, you tell me my arms wrong.â
âYouâre not giving up, are you?â
Sophie heard the challenge in Dr. Holtâs voice. She thought that maybe her life would be easier if she wanted a baseball cap, say, instead of a tiara.
But she didnât.
âNo,â she said resignedly.
âThen stand up and try it again.â
Sophie sighed and stood up.
âSlowly now,â Dr. Holt told her. âRemember: Youâve just walked down a long red carpet; youâre standing in front of the queen; sheâs up on her throne wearing an ermine cloak and a magnificent tiara.â
Sophie didnât know what ermine was, but it sounded romantic. She stood up
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