THE NAME UPON THE PETTICOAT So imagine me seated in a grassy corner, with my knapsack open on the ground and my petticoat and silk stockings spread out in front of me,--an odd picture, to be sure, for any passer by to come upon.

I suppose I could have passed for a pedlar, but undoubtedly it would have been very embarrassing.

However, as it happened, I remained undisturbed, and was able to examine my purchases at leisure.

I had never seen a petticoat so near before,--at all events I had never given one such close attention.

What delicious dainty things they are! How essentially womanly--as I hope no one would call a pair of trousers essentially manly.
How pretty it looked spread out on the grass in front of me! How soft! how wondrously dainty the finish of every little seam! And the lace! It almost tempts one to change one's sex to wear such things.