Kim-oh-no

"Here," said Brent. Take this money. That child needs clothing."
"But she didn't come with any," protested Hetty. "Did God intend for any of us to have clothes? After all, we all wear kimonos here."
"God didn't intend for you to have your hair marcelled every weekend, either. What if she catches whooping-cough?"
"With this hunch back I'd have a hard time dressing her, anyway. No, it's best to keep her in this cage until she's old enough to be dressed in her own kimono."
"You do realise, my good woman, that they make kimonos in her own size? A CHILD'S size?"
"Heavens to betsy! Are you sure?"
"Quite!"