Dedicated by permission to Miss Austen

Madam,

You are a Phoenix. You taste is refined, you Sentiments noble, & your Virtues innumerable. Your Person is lovely, your Figure, elegant, & your Form, majestic. Your manners are polished, your Conversation is rational & your appearance singular. If therefore the following Tale will afford one moment's amusement to you, every wish will be gratified of

your most obedient humble Servant The Author

Chapter 1. Cassandra was the Daughter and the only Daughter of a celebrated Millener in Bond Street. Her father was of noble Birth, being the near relation of the Duchess of ----'s Butler.

Chapter 2. When Cassandra had attainted her 16th year, she was lovely & amiable & chancing to fall in love with an elegant Bonnet, her Mother had just compleated bespoke by the Countess of ----, she placed it on her gentle Head & walked from her Mother's shop to make her Fortune.

Chapter 3. The first person she met, was the Viscount of ---- a young Man, no less celebrated for his Accomplishments & Virtues, than for his Elegance & Beauty. She curtseyed & walked on.

Chapter 4. She then proceeded to a Pastry-cooks, where she devoured six ices , refused to pay for them, knocked down the Pastry-cook & walked away.

Chapter 5. She next ascended a Hackney Coach & ordered it to Hampstead, where she was no sooner arrived than she ordered the Coachman to turn around & drive her back again.

Chapter 6. Being returned to the same spot of the same Street she had sate out from, the Coachman demanded his Pay.

Chapter 7. She searched her pockets over again & again; but every search was unsuccessfull . No money could she find. The man grew peremptory . She placed her bonnet on his head & ran away.

Chapter 8. Thro' many a Street she then proceeded & met in none the least Adventure till on turning a Corner of Bloomsbury Square, she met Maria.

Chapter 9. Cassandra started & Maria seemed surprised; they trembled, blushed, turned pale & passed each other in a mutual silence.

Chapter 10. Cassandra was next accosted by her freind the Widow, who squeezing out her little Head thro' her window, asked her how she did? Cassandra curtseyed & went on.

Chapter 11. A quarter of a mile brought her to her paternal roof in Bond Street, from which she had now been absent nearly 7 hours.

Chapter 12. She entered it & was pressed to her Mother's bosom by that worthy Woman. Cassandra smiled & whispered to herself "This is a day well spent." Finis.