And there were no men's trousers in her house! She was on the point
of calling the gardener back when an idea struck her. Zoe, who was
unpacking the trunks in the dressing room, brought her mistress a change
of underwear, consisting of a shift and some petticoats with a dressing
jacket.
"Oh, that's first rate!" cried the young woman. "Zizi can put 'em all
on. You're not angry with me, eh? When your clothes are dry you can put
them on again, and then off with you, as fast as fast can be, so as not
to have a scolding from your mamma. Make haste! I'm going to change my
things, too, in the dressing room."
Ten minutes afterward, when she reappeared in a tea gown, she clasped
her hands in a perfect ecstasy.
"Oh, the darling! How sweet he looks dressed like a little woman!"
He had simply slipped on a long nightgown with an insertion front, a
pair of worked drawers and the dressing jacket, which was a long cambric
garment trimmed with lace. Thus attired and with his delicate young arms
showing and his bright damp hair falling almost to his shoulders, he
looked just like a girl.
"Why, he's as slim as I am!" said Nana, putting her arm round his waist.
"Zoe, just come here and see how it suits him.
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