Oh, well!  It was not as bad as tending a disturbed patient in an N.P. ward.  She had already got her blouse wet almost to the shoulders in dragging Smith off the bottom; she took it off and hung it up.  She had been dressed for the street when she had crushed Smith out of the Center and was wearing a little, pleated pediskirt that floated around her knees.  Her jacket she had dropped in the living room.  She glanced down at the skirt.  Although the pleats were guaranteed permanized, it was silly to get it wet.  She shrugged and zipped it off; it left her in brassiere and panties.