Dora didn't push, even though she wanted to. At least she'd gotten to drive there. That was something, wasn't it?
She took her time picking out a dozen pairs of coloured knee-high socks and seven or eight pairs of knickers, all of them brightly-coloured, flashy, and rather skimpy, all things considered, although they covered everything that needed to be covered. She hadn't bought white knickers since she was eleven, and she wasn't about to start now.
"Done," she said a good ten minutes later, approaching her father with her armload of knickers and socks. "Sure you don't want to get Mum anything?"