see one was great, and I then believed that
he had seen the pedlar woman's.

Then one of Fred's companions showed us a bawdy picture, it was
coloured. I wondered at the cunt being a long sort of gash, I had an
idea that it was round, like an arse-hole. Fred told his friend I was
an ass, but I could not get the idea of a cunt, not being a round hole
quite out of my head, until I had fucked a woman. We were all anxious
to get the picture, and tossed up for it, but neither I nor Fred got it,
some other boy did.

Soon after that, Fred came to stop with us and our talk was always about
women's privates, our curiosity became intense. I had a little sister
about nine months old, who was in the nursery. Fred incited me to look
at her cunt, if I could manage it. The two nurses came down in turns, to
the servants dinner. I was often in the nursery, and soon after Fred's
suggestion, was there one day, when the oldest nurse said: "Stop here,
master Walter, while I go downstairs, for a couple of minutes, Mary (the
other nurse) will be up directly, and don't make a noise." My little
sister was lying on the bed asleep. "Yes, I'll wait." Down went nurse,
leaving the door open; quick as lightning, I threw up the infant's
clothes, saw her little slit, and put my finger quite gently on it, she
was laying on her back most conveniently. I pulled one leg away to see
better, the child awakened and began crying, I heard footsteps and had
barely time to pull down her clothes, when the under nursemaid came in.
I only had a momentary glimpse, of the outside of the little quim, for
I was not a minute in the room with the child by myself altogether, and
was fearful of being caught all the time I was looking.

There must have been something in my face, for the nursemaid said: "What
it the matter, what have you been doing to the baby?" Nothing. "Yes,
you are coloring up, now tell me." "Nothing. I have done nothing." "You
wakened your sister." "No, I have not." The girl laid hold of me, and
gave me a little shake. "I'll tell your mamma if you don't tell me, what
is it now?" "No, I have done nothing, I was looking out of the window
when she began to cry." "You're telling a story, I see you are," said
the nursemaid; and off I went, after being impudent to her.

I told Fred and he tried the same dodge, but don't recollect whether
he succeeded or not. His sisters were somewhat older, and we began to
scheme how to see their cunts, when I was on a visit