Sometimes, when she was sitting quietly in her nursery, the house was so silent that she could have screamed.
"I don't think Miss Nancy's quite well, ma'am," said the nurse.
"Oh, dear! What a nuisance," said Mrs.Ross who liked her little girl to be always well and beautiful.

"I do hope she's not going to catch something." "She doesn't take that pleasure in her clothes she did," said the nurse.
"Perhaps she wants some new ones," said her mother.

"Take her to Florice, nurse." Nancy went to Florice, and beautiful new garments were invented, and once again she was squeezed, and tightened, and stretched, and pulled.

But Nancy was indifferent.

As they tried these clothes, and stood back, and stepped forward, and admired and criticised, she was thinking, "I wish the nursery clock didn't make such a noise." Her little bedroom next to nurse's large one was a beautiful affair, with red roses up and down the wall-paper and in and out of the crockery and round and round the carpet.