She knelt at the edge of the shelf and rinsed them out as well as she could.

Then she spread them on the thick tufts of overhanging fern where the hot sun would get full swing at them.

The brown stocking of the two mismates she had brought along almost matched the pair she was wearing.

As there was a hole in the toe of one of them, she discarded it, and so had one fresh stocking.

She dried her feet thoroughly with the stocking she was discarding.