She hurried off her clothes, stood a moment in the delicious warmth of the sunshine, stepped into the pool.

She would have liked to splash about; but she dared make no sound that could be heard above the noise of the water.

Luckily the creek was just there rather loud, as it was expressing its extreme annoyance over the stolid impudence of the interrupting bowlders.

While she was waiting for the sun to dry her she looked at her underclothes.

She simply could not put them on as they were.