He hasn't got as much as I have, poor, dear Zizi!" "Oh, to be sure, I'm a bit wanting there," murmured Georges with a smile.
All three grew very merry about it.

Nana had set to work buttoning the dressing jacket from top to bottom so as to make him quite decent.

Then she turned him round as though he were a doll, gave him little thumps, made the skirt stand well out behind.

After which she asked him questions.

Was he comfortable?
Did he feel warm?
Zounds, yes, he was comfortable! Nothing fitted more closely and warmly than a woman's shift; had he been able, he would always have worn one.