There was only one putting on--pouf!--and then the dress.

I thought it a splendid idea, but my mother wouldn't let me copy it.

Your Aunt Winifred had just the opposite mania--of piling on clothes--because she said there were 'always draughts.' If one petticoat fastened at the back, there must be another over that which fastened at the front--and another at the side--and so on, _ad infinitum_.

But then, alack!--they suddenly dropped all their absurdities, and became quite ordinary people.

Aunt Winifred took to religion; she befriends all the clergy for miles round.