Anna Alice Chapin,
The Mannequin
(1912)
“ But when at last I went upstairs, and saw that love of a gown, I forgave Charlemagne everything. There really is nobody like him. The dress was simply gorgeous. I went crazy about it as the mannequin sailed about in it; and I could hardly wait to get it on myself. The mannequin was an awfully pretty, chic sort of girl. I felt so sorry for her. To have the figure, and the style, and the looks to wear Goujet clothes, and always to have to do it as somebody else's proxy! ”
