One thing was clear – Pat actually missed the petticoats!  He was relieved that he did not have to wear stays any longer…but it appeared to be a reasonable trade-off.

So, somehow, in a few days, Patrick didn’t hesitate as he trampled Gram’s prize flowerbed, visions of soft petticoats and friendships in his mind.

As time went on, it was noticed that PATRICK was always bad, PATTY was always good.  And little by little there was less and less of the former, and more and more of the latter, happily learning the ins and outs of lacing her waist tight from her friends.

After all, she looked so pretty that way!