The beaches here were marvellous. She'd never seen so much warm sand and blue sea. She foraged in the picnic basket for a sandwich and ate contentedly. She admired the doctor, comfortable in her rolled-up trousers and loosely buttoned shirt. How did she get away with it? One day, Baxter vowed to herself, she would be brave and wear a pair of trousers.
Mac liked the creamy tone of her skin, it looked soft and strokeable. She didn't dare to do so though, she didn't want to scare away her visitor. Wearing a pale blue sundress with floaty sleeves seemed to make Baxter look so much less weary and dismal. She should wear things like this more often. She told her so. Baxter laughed and blushed. She shyly turned her head away. Mac thought it charming. Laying her head on the cushion, she drifted off under the parasol and dreamed of the touch of a maid servant.