"This was an amazing little old woman, with a face like a staring wooden doll too cheap for expression, and a stiff yellow wig perched unevenly on the top of her head, as if the child who owned the doll had driven a tack through it anywhere, so that it only got fastened on. Another remarkable thing in this little old woman was, that the same child seemed to have damaged her face in two or three places with some blunt instrument in the nature of a spoon; her countenance, and particularly the tip of her nose, presenting the phenomena of several dints, generally answering to the bowl of that article. A further remarkable thing in this little old woman was, that she had no name but Mr. F's Aunt.A bit of Dickens' humor. He comes up with the strangest character descriptions. I can imagine him chuckling to himself as he wrote this. What a pitiful creature this "Mr. F's Aunt" is.
--Little Dorrit, Charles Dickens
P.S. The meal described on the next page:
"There was mutton, a steak, and an apple-pie--nothing in the remotest way connected with ganders--and the dinner went on like a disenchanted feast, as it truly was."By the way, a gander is a male goose. Lo and behold, I actually learned something today.