bandanna handkerchiefs on it; and for heaven's sake, stop pulling
my hair out by the roots, unless you want a
raving
maniac on your
hands, Célestine!"
Whereby she had landed me in a quandary. For how, pray, is it possible
for me, a simple-minded male, fittingly to depict for you the clothes
of Margaret?--the innumerable vanities, the quaint devices, the
pleasing conceits with which she delighted to enhance her comeliness?
The thing is beyond me. Let us keep discreetly out of her wardrobe,