Elizabeth returned from her walk in the roses. When no one was looking, though, she had slipped off her shoes and ran through the garden. Of course, not in the roses, but on the stones that were laid down as a path through the garden. Oh! When she had stopped, her hair was a mess and the bottom of her dress was splattered with mud, for lots of dirt had been trailed onto the path from the dogs and it had rain earlier that day. She quickly collected herself, grabbed her parisol and shoes, and raced as fast as she could to her room.
When she arrived at her room, she was relieved that nobody saw her. She took off her dress, petticoats, and her stockings. She placed her shoes by her bed, and in her chemise and corset, walked to the large closet to find something to wear. She pulled out a beautiful burgundy dress that opened up to show a built-in pink petticoat. She found two more white petticoats and a pair of stockings. She slipped on the stockings and into the petticoats. She pulled on the frock and redid her tight bun. She slipped on the velvet burgundy shoes that went with the dress and sighed with a sigh of relief.