great secret about that thing, which
I will tell you the first time we can be quite alone and secure from
interruption. Just now there is no time, but before you go downstairs,
let me see how your poor little Fanny is."

We had been used to these infantile expressions when in our ignorance
and innocence we had mutual examinations of the difference of our
sexes, and my sister was still as ignorant and innocent as ever. So
when I said that I had not seen it since it was so ill-treated in the
terrible whipping she had received from Miss Evelyn, she at once pulled
up all her petticoats for me to look at it.

"Lie back for a moment on the bed."

She complied. I was delighted. The prominence her mons Veneris had
assumed, the increased growth of moss-like little curls, and the
pouting lips of her tiny slit--all was most promising and charming. I
stooped and kissed it, licking her little prominent clitoris with my
tongue; it instantly hardened, and she gave a convulsive twitch of her
loins.

"Oh! Charlie, how nice it is! What is it you are doing? Oh, how nice!
Oh, pray go on."

But I stopped, and said--

"Not at present, my darling sister, but when we can get away together I
will do that and something much better, all connected with the great
secret I have got to tell you. So run downstairs, and tell them why I
had overslept myself, but not a word to anyone about what I have told
you. I will be down in a trice."

She went away, saying--

"Oh, Charlie, dear, what you did just now was so nice, and has made me
feel so queer; do find an early opportunity of telling me all about it."

Very few minutes sufficed to finish my toilet and bring me to the
breakfast table.

"Why, Charlie," broke out my mother, "what is this horrid dream?"

"I can hardly tell you, my dear mother, it was so confused; but I was
threatened to be murdered by horrid-looking men, and at last taken to
high rocks and thrown down. The agony and fright awoke me, screaming,
and all over perspiration. I could not sleep for hours after, even
though I hid my head under the clothes."

"Poor child," said Mrs. Benson, who was quietly eating her breakfast.
"What a fright you must have had."

"Yes, ma'am, and at the same time, as I awoke with a scream, I was
afraid I might have disturbed you, for all at once I remembered I was
no longer in mamma's room, but next door to you. I hope I did not wake
you?"

"Oh, no, my dear boy; I never heard you, or I should