Miss Polly Suckling was just turned of eight years old, but so short
of her age, that few people took her to be above five. It was not a
dwarfish shortness; for she had the most exact proportioned limbs in
the world, very small bones, and was as fat as a little cherub. She was
extremely fair, and her hair quite flaxen. Her eyes a perfect blue, her
mouth small, and her lips quite plump and red. She had the freshness
of a milkmaid; and when she smiled and laughed, she seemed to show an
hundred agreeable dimples. She was, in short, the very picture of health
and good-humour, and was the plaything and general favorite of the whole
school.