Miss Dolly Friendly was just turned of eleven years of age. Her person
was neither plain nor handsome: and though she had not what is properly
called one fine feature in her face, yet the disposition of them were so
suitable to each other, that her countenance was rather agreeable than
otherwise. She had generally something very quiet, or rather indolent,
in her look, except when she was moved by anger; which seldom happened,
but in defense of some favourite or friend; and she had then a
fierceness and eagerness which altered her whole countenance: for she
could not bear the least reflection or insult on those she loved. This
disposition made her always eager to comply with her friends’ requests;
and she immediately began, as follows: