William had quite forgotten her, in the excitement, but at once took the shoes and stockings from her other hand and urged her to sit down and let him help re-shoe her. She did, and laughed, in small breathless spurts. “Really. William. What do you think me? A…mare?” “No, no. Certainly not. A filly, maybe.” He grinned at her, and pulled her last stocking up to her knee.
