They never wear muffs or boots, and appear extremely shocked at the sight of comfortable walking shoes and cotton stockings, even when they have to step to their sleighs over ice and snow.

They walk in the middle of winter with their poor little toes pinched into a miniature slipper, incapable of excluding as much moisture as might bedew a primrose.

I must say in their excuse, however, that they have, almost universally, extremely pretty feet.

They do not walk well, nor, in fact, do they ever appear to advantage when in movement.

I know not why this should be, for they have abundance of French dancing-masters among them, but somehow or other it is the fact.