Miss Sukey Jennett, who was next in years to Miss Jenny Peace, was
not quite twelve years old; but so very tall of her age, that she
was within a trifle as tall as Miss Jenny Peace; and, by growing so
fast, was much thinner: and though she was not really so well
made, yet, from an assured air in her manner of carrying herself,
she was called much the genteelest girl. There was, on first view,
a great resemblance in their persons. Her face was very handsome,
and her complexion extremely good; but a little more inclined to
pale than Miss Jenny's. Her eyes were a degree darker, and had a
life and fire in them which was very beautiful: but yet her
impatience on the least contradiction often brought a fierceness
into her eyes, and gave such a discomposure to her whole
countenance, as immediately took off your admiration. But her
eyes had now, since her hearty reconciliation with her companions,
lost a great part of their fierceness; and with great mildness,
and an obliging manner, she told her story as follows:



THE LIFE OF MISS SUKEY JENNETT.

'My mamma died when I was so young that I cannot remember her; and
my papa marrying again within half a year after her death, I was
chiefly left to the care of an old servant, that had lived many
years in the family. I was a great favourite of hers, and in
everything had my own way. When I was but four years old, if ever
anything crossed me, I was taught to beat it, and be revenged of
it, even though it could not feel. If I fell down and hurt
myself, the very ground was to be beat for hurting the sweet
child: so that, instead of fearing to fall, I did not dislike it;