And that's all there is _to_ it," concluded Corona, "'cept that I'd found the way to go to sleep." Nurse Branscome laughed, and suggested that no time should be lost in going off to call on Mr.Colling, the tailor, and begging or borrowing a scrap of the claret-coloured Beauchamp cloth.

Within ten minutes--for she understood the impatience of children--they had started on this small expedition.

They found in Mr.Colling a most human tailor.

He not only gave them a square yard of cloth, unsoiled and indeed brand-new, but advised Nurse Branscome learnedly on the cutting-out.

There were certain peculiarities of cut in a Beauchamp gown: it was (he could tell them) a unique garment in its way, and he the sole repository of its technical secret.