She even sewed at dinner time—a deed which we had long ago agreed to condemn as the unforgivable sin. It irked me to see her lay aside knife and fork for thimble and scissors, and it was not very long before I demanded what it was she was doing. Constance was perfectly apologetic. “I know I oughtn’t, dear,” she said, “but there’s not much time. I only got in from buying my frock half an hour before you did, and it’s such a duck of a frock, but it’s so low at the back I’ve got to alter my underclothes to suit it. You wouldn’t like me to go to a dance with you with things showing at the back, would you, dear? So I’m taking a bit out of the back of my vest.” “God bless my soul,” said I. “As far as I can remember, my good woman, when you bought your last evening frock you had to buy special underclothes for it without shoulder straps or anything. In fact, were I given just slightly to exaggeration, I might have described you as naked from the waist up. Surely those underclothes will suit the new frock?
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