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My sisters and I left home wearing six pairs of underdrawers, two half-slips and camisoles; several dresses one on top of the other, with pedal pushers underneath; and outside of everything an all-weather coat.

Then her father came down in his long underdrawers and, with quiet but intense profanity, told the fellow what he could go and do to himself.

I lie on my back, fully clothed except for the healthy white cotton underdrawers.

It was because you wadded up your underdrawers to stop up the flue on the stove and smoke out the schoolhouse.

“Three pair o’ them underdrawers, Delia—an’ not a break in one of ’em!