The Governess-1

The small bushes surrounding the lake hid Richard well. He could see the two
girls tying their horses to a low tree branch. ‘What do I do’, Richard thought.
He could see his clothes, lying on the soft grass only a few feet away from his
hiding position.
The girls were talking to each other and laughing. ‘That hack is the only
one to take, at this time of year’, said Diane. She brushed the nape of her neck
below the neatly pinned blonde hair. ‘Everything else is overgrown’, she
continued. ‘…still I bet there isn’t a gallop as good as that for miles’.
The two girls looked around. Diane narrowed her eyes against the sun, as
she looked towards the jetty. ‘What’s that ‘ronica?’. Veronica looked towards
the jetty. ‘I don’t know, looks like a pile of rags. ‘Well, they weren’t here
yesterday, let’s have a look’. Diane strode off toward the pile of clothes
Richard had hastily abandoned. She picked up a garment and held it aloft. ‘I’m
not sure what these are supposed to be, either long trousers for a dwarf or very
long short trousers.’ Veronica, who was sifting through some more of the
clothes, held up the long underwear. ‘Who on earth would wear these, in this day
and age.]