"No. This, and your collar, and hat, and shoes, and sash are your dress.
This is a frock."
Ivy shook her head doubtfully.
"You know a great deal, I know."
"So you informed me once before."
"Oh, don't mention that!" said Ivy, blushing, and quickly added, "Do you know I have discovered the reason why you like me this morning?"
"And every morning."
"Sir?"
"Go on. What is the reason?"
"It is because I clear-starched and ironed it myself with my owny-dony hands; and that, you know, is the reason it looks nicer than usual."
"Ah, me! I wish I wore dresses."