It had six crape tucks, of which fact I was very proud, having heard a good deal said about it.

The first time Mr.
George came to our bungalow, after I had begun to wear it, I strutted up to him holding my skirt out, and my head up.
"Look at my black frock, Mr.George," said I; "it has got six crape tucks." Matilda was most precocious in--at least--one way: she could repeat grown-up observations of wonderful length.
"It's the best crape," she said; "it won't spot.

Cut on the bias.
They're not real tucks though, Margery.

They're laid on; Mrs.Minchin said so." "They are real tucks," I stoutly asserted.
"No, they're not.

They're cut on the bias, and laid on to imitate tucks," Matilda repeated.