adviseress

— AMANDA THE ADVISERESS. Now, Amanda was the sweetest, smartest, briskest little creature alive. […] “You are so sensible, dearest Amanda,” said her kind aunt, as they gazed from the Finchley Road window, “that you really might set up an office for giving good advice.” “An excellent idea, my dear aunt and protector,” said Amanda, who was economically sewing on half a silver clock. So dear Amanda advertised, “Good advice given. One shilling for five minutes of the finest that can be had in the town.” Amanda opened an office.