It was, I thought, a pretty enough conceit, though rather like dressing up a doll.

'Ah!,' said Miss Knight, 'I am not content though, madame--for I yet should have liked one more dress--that of the favorite Sultana.' "'No, no!' said the princess, 'I never was a favorite, and never can be one,'-- looking at a picture which she said was her father's, but which I do not believe was done for the regent any more than for me, but represented a young man in a hussar's dress--probably a former favorite.
"The Princess Charlotte seemed much hurt at the little notice that was taken of her birthday.

After keeping me for two hours and a half she dismissed me; and I am sure I could not say what she said, except that it was an olio of decousus and heterogeneous things, partaking of the characteristics of her mother, grafted on a younger scion.

I dined tete-a-tete with my dear old aunt: hers is always a sweet and soothing society to me." There's a pleasing, lady-like, moral extract for you! An innocent young thing of fifteen has picturs of TWO lovers in her room, and expex a good number more.

This dellygate young creature EDGES in a good deal of TUMDEDY (I can't find it in Johnson's Dixonary), and would have GONE ON WITH THE THING (ellygence of languidge), if the dairy-lady would have let her.
Now, to tell you the truth, Mr.Yorke, I doan't beleave a single syllible of this story.