Now I Must Give One Smirk And

I Should Not Mind Anything At All.

I Will Be Calm. I Will Be Mistress Of Myself.

…she Felt Depressed Beyond Any Thing She Had Ever Known Before.

To Wish Was To Hope, And To Hope Was To Expect

She Told The Story, However, With Great Spirit Among Her Friends; For She Had A Lively, Playful Disposition, Which Delighted In Any Thing Ridiculous.