As to quantity, she bought enough to make a nightgown." "Whose nightgown ?" I asked.
"Her own, to be sure.

Between twelve and three, on the Thursday morning, she must have slipped down to your young lady's room, to settle the hiding of the Moonstone while all the rest of you were in bed.

In going back to her own room, her nightgown must have brushed the wet paint on the door.

She couldn't wash out the stain; and she couldn't safely destroy the night-gown without first providing another like it, to make the inventory of her linen complete." "What proves that it was Rosanna's nightgown ?" I objected.
"The material she bought for making the substitute dress," answered the Sergeant.

"If it had been Miss Verinder's nightgown, she would have had to buy lace, and frilling, and Lord knows what besides; and she wouldn't have had time to make it in one night.