I can endure flittermice painted blue, but they must wear petticoats--and pretty petticoats too.

Have you observed those of the Princess ?" said he, abruptly changing the subject.
"The Princess's flittermice ?" I faltered, not well knowing what I said, for he had turned roughly and suddenly upon me.
"Aye, marry, you may say it! But I meant the Princess's wilicoats!" "No," said I, as curtly as I could, for the subject had its obvious limitations.
"Ah, they are pretty ones," said Karl, "I assure you.

She has at least an undeniable taste in lace and cambric.

They say in other lands--not in this--though I would not hinder them if they did--that she wears the under-garments of men and rules the state.

But I think not so.