Margerette was a beautiful child, born under unusual circumstances. Circumstances that would affect her for the rest of her life. Circumstances that would endow her with certain special qualities. Qualities that would eventually be revealed to her more and more as she grew older.

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting, The Soul that rises with us, our Life’s Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar; Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God, who is our home. —Wordsworth