Polly Suckling cried out, 'Yes indeed, Miss Jenny, I'll tell all
when it comes to my turn; so pray begin, for I long to hear what
you did, when you was no bigger than I am now.' Miss Jenny then
kissed little Polly, and said she would instantly begin.

But as in the reading of any one's story, it is an additional
pleasure to have some acquaintance with their persons; and as I
delight in giving my little readers every pleasure that is in my
power; I shall endeavour, as justly as I can, by description, to
set before their eyes the picture of this good young creature:
and in the same of every one of our young company, as they begin
their lives.


THE DESCRIPTION OF MISS JENNY PEACE.

Miss Jenny Peace was just turned of fourteen, and could be called
neither tall nor short of her age; but her whole person was the
most agreeable that can be imagined. She had an exceeding fine
complexion, with as much colour in her cheeks as is the natural
effect of perfect health. Her hair was light brown, and curled in
so regular and yet easy a manner, as never to want any assistance
from art. Her eyebrows (which were not of that correct turn as to
look as if they were drawn with a pencil) and her eyelashes were
both darker than her hair; and the latter being very long, gave
such a shade to her eyes as made them often mistaken for black,
though they were only a dark hazel. To give any description of
her eyes beyond the colour and size, which was perfectly the
medium, would be impossible; except by saying they were expressive
of everything that is amiable and good; for through them might be