Do you remember the short little dresses small girls wore back then in the khall? My mom wouldn't replace ours until they were very short on us. She was very cheap.
When we sat down in a chair, it was very difficult to keep the skirt down far enough.
I remember getting slapped hard on bare skin several times because I couldn't keep my dress down when told to. IT WAS TOO DAMN SHORT!
My dad threw such a fit when my 3 year old sister fidgeted with her skirt that he grabbed her arm and yanked her out of her seat and whispered a bark, "Come on White Dove, we are leaving!" He took the belt to her when we got home. I was 5.