"What did you expect? A tailor-made suit?" he demanded. "I'm going to be satisfied with these."
"But lingerie! And it's——"
"Put on plenty of it and it'll keep you warm."
"You don't understand," she said. "Oh, we've done an awful thing!"
She spread out a long, lacy garment and viewed it with awe in her eyes.
"Do you know lingerie when you see it?" she demanded. "Why, this is so beautiful that I'm afraid of it. I never dared buy anything like this for myself."
"Is that's what worrying you?"
"But it's perishable—fragile! And I'm afraid I've torn some of it already. You're not a woman and you can't understand—but what I'm doing is almost a sacrilege. I feel like a vandal."
"Here's some more," said Pete, tossing additional articles out of his pile. "What do you care? Pile it on."
He discovered a second suit of pajamas as he rummaged further, and added them to his collection.