rs; and if Miss Jenny pleases, I
will now relate it.

THE DESCRIPTION OF MISS BETTY FORD.

Miss Betty Ford was of the same age with Miss Nanny Spruce, and much of
the same height, and might be called the plainest girl in the school;
for she had nothing pleasing either in her person or face, except an
exceeding fair skin, and tolerable good black eyes; but her face was
ill-shaped and broad, her hair very red, and all the summer she was
generally very full of freckles; and she had also a small hesitation in
her speech. But without preamble, she began her life as follows.

THE LIFE OF MISS BETTY FORD.

'My life,' said Miss Betty Ford, 'has hitherto passed very like that of
Miss Nanny Spruce, only with this difference, that as all her thoughts
were fixed on finery, my head ran on nothing but beauty. I had an elder
sister, who was, I must own, a great deal handsomer than me; and yet, in
my own mind, at that time, I did not think so, though I was always told
it was not for me to pretend to the same things with pretty Miss Kitty
(which was the name of my sister); and in all respects she was taken so
much more notice of than I was, that I perfectly hated her, and could
not help wishing that, by some accident, her beauty might be spoiled:
whenever any visitors came to the house, their praises of her gave me
the greatest vexation; and as I had made myself believe I was a very
great beauty, I thought that it was prejudice and ill-nature in all
around me, not to view me in that light. My sister Kitty was very good
natured; and though she was thus cried up for her beauty, and indulged
most on that account, yet she never insulted me, but did all in her
power to oblige me. But I could not love her, and sometimes would raise
lies against her, which did not signify, for she could always justify
herself. I could not give any reason for hating her, but her beauty,
for she was very good; but the better she was, I thought the worse
I appeared. I could not bear her praises without teasing and vexing
myself. At last, little Kitty died of a fever, to my great joy, though,
as everybody cried for her, I cried too for company, and because I would
not be thought ill-natured.

'After Kitty's death, I lived tolerably easy, till I came to school.
Then the same desire of beauty returned, and I hated all the misses who
were handsomer than myself, as much as I had before hated my sister, and
always took every opportunity of quarrelling