Sentence The Fourhundredandseventysecond 

Gertie Mountcastle was surprised, rather taken aback, nonplussed even, to find that she and Palestrina MacFarlane were wearing almost identical, if not absolutely identical, outfits when they emerged from their two bedrooms: “it makes us look like The Dolly Sisters!” she exclaimed, much to Pal's delight: “wouldn't it be rather fun if we were taken for The Dolly Sisters?” she exclaimed, clapping her hands and then, perceiving a slight discomfort on Gertie's part, went on, less exuberantly: “I always pack two of everything and put half in your trunk for safety just in case . . . . .” and Gertie who had never owned two identical items other than shoes, which are not truly identical, or, rather, stockings, said, “well who is which?” and Pal replied: “or which is whom? I suppose it only matters if there are two in the room; let me be Rosie and you Jenny, oh, sweetheart, we are going to have a ball, let's hope it's not a bawl, or a brawl, that's all!” and Gertie, now 'Jenny Dolly' laughed and clapped her hands, for she had never been good at paronomasia, regarding punning as even harder work than running, “I feel quite foozled,” and 'Rosie Dolly replied: “you need a G&T my girl,” and poured their drinks: “let us hope our adventures are not too edifying, darling, and maybe afterwards you can write an account of them, a sort of periplus of our circumnavigation of the Third Reich: we'll drink to it's Downfall!” and as their glasses clinked, Jenny said: “I hope my knocker elastic holds, I wouldn't want that sort of 'Downfall'!” at which Rosie hooted and the knocked back their drinks and fell laughing onto the sofa, arms and legs akimbo, just as the waiter entered with their breakfast!