"Nothing. You'd be shocked."
Caro looked gloomily at the water. She did not like being told she would be shocked, though she knew she would be.
At that moment there was a sound of "git back" and "woa" beyond the hedge. The next minute two horses stepped into the Glotten just by the bend.
"That must be Handshut," said Rose.
It was. He came knee-deep into the water with the horses, and, not seeing the women, plunged his head into the cool reed-sweetened stickle.
"Take care—he'll see us!"—and Caro sharply gathered up her legs under her blue and red striped petticoat. Rose continued to dabble hers in the water, even after Handshut had lifted his head and looked in her direction.
"Rose!" cried Caro.
"Well, why shouldn't he see my legs? They're unaccountable nice ones."
"All the more reason——"
"Not at all, Miss Prude."