The demure Lily in her straw hat, a hat I could describe to you now, still, as well as if I had it here in front of me, the crown swathed in a pale tulle the colour of a summer haze… in a long-sleeved, high-necked, pink-and-white striped blouse… a dark-blue hobble skirt, beside whom I walked across Regent's Park in the spring of 1914. BNCB
The hobble skirt trammelled her steps, yet charmingly; she swayed a little, seemed to both hesitate and float as she came towards us. BNCB