Or pre-Edwardians, or however you might chronologically consider them: anyway, they were small. For proof, consider this lovely blouse, and dress, and this other insanely lovely blouse, all of which I would cheerfully have tried on (oh, the rigors of research) but I could not begin to get into them; I mean I couldn’t get my skeleton into those blouses!

Many thanks to the mistress of Gadabout, in Toronto, for allowing me access and letting me take pictures. There are things you can do online, and things you can’t, and getting a feel (literally) for the clothes my characters might wear requires proximity. It’s like finding twigs and shoots and fluff to feather the mental bird’s nest that is becoming the fiction.