I wonder whether she is a dragon by-the-bye, or something in the mermaid way.
She has rather a scaly appearance.

But mermaids are fond of looking at themselves in the glass, which she can't be.

And they have a habit of combing their hair, which she hasn't.

No, she's a dragon.' 'Where are you going, old fellow ?' said Dick aloud, as Miss Sally wiped her pen as usual on the green dress, and uprose from her seat.
'To dinner,' answered the dragon.
'To dinner!' thought Dick, 'that's another circumstance.

I don't believe that small servant ever has anything to eat.' 'Sammy won't be home,' said Miss Brass.