"You manage it, though, don’t you?" she says chidingly. Waterhouse feels himself blushing. Margaret walks over to the hammock and kicks off her heels. Waterhouse winces to see her bare feet on the stone floor, which has not been warm since the Barbary Corsairs burned the place down. Her toenails are also painted red. "I don’t mind it," Margaret says, "I’m a farmer’s daughter. Come on, give me a leg up!"