Grandmother, in her clean stuff gown and apron, is mounted upon a chair to stick a twig of holly on the tall clock in the corner.
"Christmas" by Various
Bombazine, the silk and worsted stuff of which a lawyer's gown was made.
"St. Ronan's Well" by Sir Walter Scott
But her gowns, which are still preserved, are of magnificent stuffs.
"Home Life in Colonial Days" by Alice Morse Earle
Luckily she was dressed in a gown of strong Scotch stuff, which did not tear when it caught in the tree.
"Paul Patoff" by F. Marion Crawford
Nor have we to-day any richer or more beautiful stuffs for gowns than had our far-away grandmothers.
"Customs and Fashions in Old New England" by Alice Morse Earle
Her gown was of some thin black stuff.
"Elizabeth Hobart at Exeter Hall" by Jean K. Baird
But, to their surprise, when they came down to breakfast, Ellenor wore a pretty gown of dark red stuff.
"Where Deep Seas Moan" by E. Gallienne-Robin
Their whole dress, when they went out, consisted of a shift and gown of coarsest hard blanket stuff.
"Travels in France during the years 1814-1815" by Archibald Alison
They do not consider a hat or a stuff gown necessary, for they are not in the least ashamed of being servants.
"Home Life in Germany" by Mrs. Alfred Sidgwick
The old aunts came sailing down upon us in their stuff gowns and carried off the Baroness.
"Weird Tales. Vol. I" by E. T. A. Hoffmann
And now the gown of sober stuff
Has changed to fair brocade,
With broidered hem, and hanging cuff,
And flower of silken braid;
"Agnes" by Oliver Wendell Holmes
I like the little Quakeress,
She is so quaint; I like her dress,
Her very, very plain white bonnet,
Her stuff gown with no trimming on it.
"Little People: An Alphabet" by Thomas William Hodgson Crosland
Hard were her hands, and brown;
Coarsest of stuff her gown:
Sod hut her home.
Pale was her care-worn face,
Beauty and youth and grace
Long since have flown.
"The Missionary's Story" by Mary Eliza Ireland
Rough gown, stuff gown, my love hath noble raiment,
Silk robes and scarlet robes, pearls of great price:
If a man kiss her gown, death is his payment—
"Nay: but I keep the gates of Paradise."
"The Gate-Keeper" by Nora Jane Hopper Chesson
FIAMETTA walks under the quincebuds
In a gown the color of flowers;
Her small breasts shine through the silken stuff
Like raindrops after showers.
The green hem of her dress is silk, but duller
Than her eye's green color.
"Fiametta" by John Peale Bishop