The linen on the beds was snowy-white and there were enormous great white billowing sort of eiderdowns on each bed. Aunt Lucy dredged her memory and said that she thought they were called duvets, and that although they looked rather fun they were really frightful because if you kept them on you were apt to die of prickly heat, and if you didn't, you died of cold.
From SUSAN INTERFERES, Chapter 1, Last Boat to Rosendorf. Thanks again to Pam for suggesting this.
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