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: