not a happy nor a pretty one just then, and merry was so unaccustomed to seeing any other, that involuntarily the frown smoothed itself out, the eyes lost their weary look, the drooping lips curved into a smile, and, leaning her elbows on the bureau, she shook her head at herself, saying, half aloud, as she glanced at ivanhoe lying near, -- " you need n't look so cross and ugly just because you ca n't have what you want.