"But it's like a bit of spider's web." She held it at arm's-length. "It's that delikit and lovely, you'll crush it to pieces."
"That is your fault," I said quietly. "You have debarred me from wearing the other till the pocket is removed. Now help me, please."
With dexterous hands she got me out of one gown and into the other, but I was tired and spent when she had finished.
"You look like a pichir with your gold hair, mum, though it's not so bright as it was. Lavender wouldn't suit me, now, scarlet's my colour, but——" she broke off with a cry.
"Whatever's the matter now?" I asked.
"There's a pocket in this one, mum," she gasped, pointing to a gaping seam.
I looked and said nothing.
"Dressmakers is but human, mum. 'Ow was they to know that you had a prejudice against——"
"Amelia, will you hush," I almost shouted. "I am so tired of your talking so much. Go and buy the bull's-eyes."
"Will you have this gown off first?" she asked placidly.