used to picnic, or else
dine at the taverns when they arrived; then full, and frisky, after
their early meal, go into the parks and gardens. They do so still, but
times were different then, so few people went there comparatively; fewer
park-keepers to look after them, and less of what is called delicacy,
amongst visitors of the class named.

Our family party used to go into the grounds daily, and all day long
nearly, if we were not on the river banks. Fred winked at me one day,
"let's lose Bob," said he, "and we'll have such a lark." Bob was one
of our little cousins, generally given into our charge. We lost Bob
purposely. Said Fred, "if you dodge the gardiners, creep up there, and
lay on your belly quietly, some girls will be sure to come, and piss,
you'll see them pull their clothes up as they turn round, I saw some
before you came to stay with us." So we went pushing our way among
shrubs, and evergreens, till a gardiner, who had seen us, called out,
"You there, come back, if I catch you going off the walks, you'll be put
outside." We were in such a funk, Fred cut off one way, I another, but
it only stopped us for that day. Fred so excited me about the girls'
arses, as he called them, that we never lost an opportunity of trying
for a sight, but were generally baulked. Once or twice only we saw a
female squat down, but nothing more, till my mother and Fred's came to
stop with us.

Fred's mother, mine, the girls, Fred and I went into the Park gardens,
one day after luncheon. A very hot day, for we kept in the shady walks,
one of which led to the place where women hid themselves to piss. My
aunt said, "Why don't you boys go and play, you don't mind the sun," so
off we went, but when about to leave the walk, turned round and saw
the women had turned back. Said Fred, "I'm sure they are going to
piss, that's why they want to get rid of us." We evaded the gardiners,
scrambled through shrubs, on our knees, and at last on our bellies up
a little bank, on the other side of which was the vacant place on which
dead leaves and sweepings were shot down. As we got there, pushing aside
the leaves, we saw the big backside of a woman, who was half standing,
half squatting, a stream of piss falling in front of her, and a big
hairy gash, as it seemed, under her arse; but only for a second, she
had just finished as we got the peep, let her clothes fall, tucked them
between her legs, and half turned round. We saw it was Fred's mother, my