Greta simply nodded, concentrating on getting the over dress onto Sonja without catching the odd pin that still remained in the body of the dress.<br/>It was a surprisingly good fit, thought the style of the day dictated it be only fitted at the front, the long flowing back was very forgiving.<br/><br/>As Ursa fussed behind Sonja, pulling out the long train the see if it hung correctly, Greta pinned the front closed to the waist, so that they could see where the buttons would come, then began tacking on one of the long open sleeves which hung almost to the floor.<br/><br/>Stepping back, her finger to her lips, Greta took a critical look at the gown, then allowed herself a small smile.<br/>"They was right, that colour looks good on yer an' I fink I's dun a fittin' job so far."<br/>Stirring Ursa into action the younger girl pulled a haevy full length mirror over and stepped asside so that Sonja could see.<br/>Greta nodded to her reflection.<br/>"Don't be forgettin' m'lady that yer under dress will be heavy cream silk, 'e brought it for his...."<br/>She stopped herself again, flashing Ursa a quick look.<br/>"It cummed from one of them foreign countries, yer know?"