Meanwhile we've got to put on these clothes--Hobson's choice." The garments were simple in the extreme, and absolutely comfortable, physically, though of course we all felt like supes in the theater.
There was a one-piece cotton undergarment, thin and soft, that reached over the knees and shoulders, something like the one-piece pajamas some fellows wear, and a kind of half-hose, that came up to just under the knee and stayed there--had elastic tops of their own, and covered the edges of the first.
Then there was a thicker variety of union suit, a lot of them in the closet, of varying weights and somewhat sturdier material--evidently they would do at a pinch with nothing further.

Then there were tunics, knee-length, and some long robes.

Needless to say, we took tunics.
We bathed and dressed quite cheerfully.
"Not half bad," said Terry, surveying himself in a long mirror.

His hair was somewhat longer than when we left the last barber, and the hats provided were much like those seen on the prince in the fairy tale, lacking the plume.
The costume was similar to that which we had seen on all the women, though some of them, those working in the fields, glimpsed by our glasses when we first flew over, wore only the first two.
I settled my shoulders and stretched my arms, remarking: "They have worked out a mighty sensible dress, I'll say that for them." With which we all agreed.
"Now then," Terry proclaimed, "we've had a fine long sleep--we've had a good bath--we're clothed and in our right minds, though feeling like a lot of neuters.

Do you think these highly civilized ladies are going to give us any breakfast ?" "Of course they will," Jeff asserted confidently.