I chose them.

Turn round and let me put them on." She slipped them over his head--they seemed to be fastened to a band, and in a moment they had fitted themselves perfectly into their place.
They were so light that Hugh was hardly conscious of them, and yet he could move them about--backwards and forwards, swiftly or slowly, just as he chose--and as easily as he could move his arms.

Hugh was extremely pleased with them, but he looked at his little night-gown with sudden dismay.
"You said you'd make me look pretty too, Jeanne," he observed.

"I don't care for myself--boys never care about being grandly dressed--but I shall look rather funny beside you, shan't I ?" "Wait a minute," said Jeanne, "you're not ready yet.

I'm going to powder you.