bed-room, my cousin in the next room. I was
taken down, during my parents' absence, from the upper floor, to sleep
on the same floor as my aunt. They had not been in the house a week
before I had heard my cousin piddle, and stood listening outside her
bed-room door, night after night, in my bed-gown, trying to get a
glimpse of her charms through the key-hole, but was not successful.

I made up to the servant, beginning when she was kneeling, by putting
myself on her back. It made her laugh, she gave her back a buck up, and
threw me over; then I kissed her, and she kissed me. She and my aunt
quarrelled, my aunt was very poor and proud, and wanted a hot dinner at
seven o'clock, I my dinner in the middle of the day. The servant said
she could not do it all. The girl said quietly to me, "I'll cook for you,
don't you go without, let her do without anything hot at night." She did
not like her. My aunt said she was saucy and would write to my mother
and complain that she wasted her time with the gardener. Godfather then
renewed his offer for me to stay with him, but I would not, for I was
getting on very comfortably with the servant in kissing, and things
settled themselves somehow. I learnt the ways of my aunt, and tried to
get home when she was out, so as to be alone with the servant; but
to escape both aunt and godfather was difficult. I did so at times by
saying I was going out with the boys somewhere, on my half-holidays, or
something of the sort, but was rarely successful.

The servant went to her bed-room, one afternoon; with palpitating
heart I followed her, and pushed her on to the bed. She was a cheeky,
chaffing, woman, and I guess knew better than I did, what I was about. I
recollect her falling back on to the bed, and showing to her knees. "Oh
I what legs!" said I, "Nothing to be ashamed of," said she. Whatever my
wishes or intentions might have been, I went no further. My relations
were of course cut.

Another day we romped, and pelted each other with the pillows from her
bed, she stood on the landing, I half way down the stairs, and kept when
I could, my head just level with the top of the landing on which she
was, so that as she whisked backwards and forwards, picking up the
pillows to heave at me, I saw up to her knees. She knew what she was
about, though I thought myself very cunning to manage to get such
glimpses. On the landing I grappled with her for a pillow, and we rolled
on the floor. I got my hand up