The little wasted thing lay in its undressed pine coffin on the table and the neighbors came in and had a look.
"My Lady of the Chimney Corner"
Alexander Irvine
The mother grabbed her, plunged out of the door, pulled the undressed infant out, and in the wind and cold served the little one's want.
"My Attainment of the Pole"
Frederick A. Cook
"Don't forget to make your party call," grinned Knowlton at me as I undressed.
"I Walked in Arden"
Jack Crawford