The wandering waistline is as much evident here as it is in adult fashion, and features the two extremes: either the long, long line of the overblouse and the sleeveless jumper; or the very high Empire waistline (just a few inches under the armhole), emphasized by a cummerbund or a sash, with a full be-petticoated skirt below.

And in August, high in air, the beautiful and bountiful horse-chestnuts, candelabra-wise, proffer the passer-by their tapering upright cones of congregated blossoms.

Still, intrigued by Bubbline, I'd occasionally check in on the fandom to see what was up with their relationship.

Like a tragedy queen he has dizen'd her out, / Or rather like tragedy giving a rout.