You May Get
A sweet girl.
Some say "barely tolerable," but most say "very agreeable."
The most determined flirt that ever made her family and herself ridiculous.
"A young lady of deep refection," to her face. A "silly, foolish girl" to your back.
Another "silly, foolish girl" who tags along.
I speak what I think.
I once thought myself a good judge of character, but I now realize I do not really know myself.
Not so bad.
A sensible girl who is above participating in silly childish amusements.
A girl who just wants to have fun.
An officer. It doesn't matter which one. I'm just wild about them!
A clergyman whose every thought seems to coincide with mine.
Someone whom I once believed proud, but whom I now realize is kindhearted and generous.
Someone who is "just what a young man ought to be" who loves me.
If you don't know who he is, I shall call you a simpleton!
I take pleasure in many things.
I am never happier than when I am exhibiting my talents and "sharing my advice" with my family.
Flirting and teasing.
Whatever my younger sister enjoys, I enjoy.
Talking to my sister.
You become convinced that he never loved you in the first place.
You whine and fuss and cry, making everyone miserable, then make arrangements to visit him.
You're above that sort of thing (but are you really?).
You realize he loved you once, but cannot believe he still cares.
Your complaints fill the air, but otherwise, you do nothing.
Your tendency to judge by first impressions rather that getting to know him/her better.
All the world are good and agreeable in your eyes.
Your tendency to follow after worldly companions instead of thinking for yourself and associating with more Godly acquaintances.
Your inability to say anything pleasant, and your high-and-mighty attitude.
Your unguarded and inappropriate behaviour.
Your ability to see the best in everyone, no matter how unkindly they've treated you.
When around good influences, your willingness to change.
Your personality that enables you to make friends easily.
Your lively mind and your humility once you realize you're wrong.
My younger sister, that I follow just about everywhere.
My older sister, whom I could not praise highly enough.
My first younger sister whom I could not love more.
A colonel's wife. I'm quite a favorite of hers, you know.
I don't have one, but I know a preacher who could have been had I been born prettier.
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