And here I may say that I have never to this day understood objections which were afterwards raised against my early attachment to print.

The only legitimate attachment to print stuff, I was told, was to print stuff in the form of blouse, tennis, or boating costume.

Yet, thought I, I would rather smuggle one of those little print gowns into my berth than all the silks a sea-faring friend of mine takes the trouble to smuggle from far Cathay.

However, every one to his taste; for me, No silken madam, by your leave, Though wondrous, wondrous she be, Can lure this heart--upon my sleeve-- From little pink-print Hebe.
For I found beneath that pretty print such a heart as seldom beats beneath your satin, warm and wild as a bird's.

I used to put my ear to it sometimes to listen if it beat right.