Your Aunt Marcia, when I first knew her, was in an ascetic phase.

People called it miserliness--but it wasn't; it was only a moral hatred of waste--in anything.

We envied her abominably, when I was a girl in my early teens, much bothered with dressing, because she had invented a garment--the only one of any kind that she wore under her dress.

She called it a 'Unipantaloonicoat'-- you can imagine why! It included stockings.

It was thin in summer and thick in winter.