What a plague! you haven't a glass in the room. Never mind I am used to dressing without a glass." "Oh, I wish you wouldn't," said Ellen, who was worried to the last degree at seeing her nicely-done-up ruffles round Nancy's neck; "they're so nice, and you'll muss them all up." "Don't cry about it," said Nancy, coolly, "I ain't agoing to eat 'em.