Next ranged her khaki breeches and felt hat.
Then hung the old serge school dress, beside it the extra skirt and orange blouse.

The stack of underclothing on the shelves was pitifully small, visibly dilapidated.

Two or three outgrown gingham dresses hung forlornly on the opposite wall.

Linda stood tall and straight before John Gilman.
"What I have on and one other waist constitute my wardrobe," she said, "and I told Eileen where to get this dress and suggested it before I got it." Gilman looked at her in a dazed fashion.
"I don't understand," he said slowly.

"If that isn't the dress I saw Eileen send up for herself, I'm badly mistaken.