Lillian tells everyone about her flaws," Daisy said, her brown eyes twinkling. "She's proud of them."
"I do have a terrible temper," Lillian acknowledged smugly. "And I can curse like a sailor."
"Who taught you to do that?" Annabelle asked.
"My grandmother. She was a washerwoman. And my grandfather was the soap maker from whom she bought her supplies. Since she worked near the docks, most of her customers were sailors and dockers, who taught her words so vulgar that it would curl your hair ribbons to hear them.

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