“Excuse me, Miss? Your slip is showing,” she said. The embroidered cats on her sweater looked accusingly at the offending strip of white muslin peeping out from under the yellow skirt.

“Oh, it isn’t a slip, it’s part of the skirt. Just for decoration, but thanks anyway!” Said the Miss as she added dollop of cream to her coffee.

“I guess they were trying to make it pretty or something.” She said woefully as she walked out of the lunchroom.

“Um, yes, I suppose so,” Said the Miss to the coffee pot.