But if their clothes interested me, mine certainly interested them. My bare knees were quite a curiosity. Yet Estonian girls, wearing dresses that would have caused crowds to collect in Piccadilly, diplomatically angled themselves into a position of vantage so as to view the Englishman's knees. I didn't mind, I've often been told that I have a handsome pair of knees. I was introduced to a charming English-speaking partner.
Estonian girls are very good-looking.
An Estonian girl, clear complexioned, frank and honest, clothed in the majesty of her full traditional attire-here is a sight for the gods. I left the dance at last, and made for the south over the gently undulating country with the northern white light before me.