Pierre, you are all blind, and you most of all." This being obviously childish, Pierre brushed the consideration of it from his mind.

"And for clothes, Jack ?" They were both dumb.

It had been years since she had worn the clothes of a woman.

She had danced with the men of her father's gang many a time while someone whistled or played on a mouth-organ, and there was the time they rode into Beulah Ferry and held up the dance hall, and Jim Boone and Mansie lined up the crowd with their hands held high above their heads while the sweating musicians played fast and furious and Jack and Pierre danced down the center of the hall.
She had danced many a time, but never in the clothes of a woman; so they stared, mutely puzzled.
A thought came first to Jacqueline.

She stepped close and murmured her suggestion in the ear of Pierre.