They will have to be taken in for you.

They will not look old-fashioned.

The fashion has come back to them." I stood an hour or more while Louise pinned the things on me, kneeling by my side and turning me this way and that way to look at myself in the long glass of the wardrobe.
She kept up a running conversation on the things while she fitted me; ecstatic little cries of admiration; deep sighs of satisfaction; with all the animation of the Frenchwoman.
"I believe you get at least as much pleasure out of them as I do, Louise," I said.
"Ah, heaven, more!" she answered.

"Mademoiselle is but a child; she does not know the delight of the feel, the soft lovely feel, of this that drapes so perfectly.

Fortunately Mademoiselle lends herself to the lovely things.