That's awkward, ( not critically so much as observationally. that's just awkward, elizabeth, your uncle making you a dress just like his wife's.

with her toes in the water-- )

My night-gowns come to about here, ( her hand flat at the edge of her tattoo, high on the thigh ) and they're made out of...god, what are they made of. I think most of mine are silk. Aunt Pris wears satin because she says it keeps Uncle Dess on his toes if he might slide off.

I said, doesn't that rather keep him off his toes? And he gave me the saddest look.