‘Mind if I wash first?’
‘No — you do. I won’t look,’ said Sister Dew coyly.
‘Oh, I don’t mind. After all we’re all made alike.’
‘Well, not quite, Miss Pettigrew.’
‘No — male and female created He them, more or less, or as near as makes no matter,’ said Daisy. ‘But you and I are too old to have any false modesty.’ And with this she stripped off her nightdress, and flung it on the bed and advanced to the wash basin.
Sister Dew was so surprised that she forgot to look the other way.
— An Unsuitable Attachment, chapter fifteen
