knew she was longing for.

After this we refreshed and adjusted ourselves, and thus finished
Sunday's matinee.

Now having my darling mother, Auntie Gert, Mary, and Patty at my
disposal in the house, the precocious lubricity of my nature had full
swing for a time, and to reiterate the scenes of lust I took part in
would be too tedious.

Patty alone of that female quartette was a scorcher who would capture
me at every possible safe opportunity, and her warm kisses on my lips
always had such a magnetic influence on me they effected immediately a
rise below.

However, wishing for a change from such a surfeit of poking,
gamahuching, &c, my thoughts turned to Phoebe and her little girls, so
calling at the cottage one fine afternoon, to my surprise the door was
opened by a beautiful girl of about fourteen, neatly dressed in a
bright cotton frock, just short enough to display the contour of her
finely shaped legs and ankles, with a mass of blue-black hair hanging
over her shoulders and down her back, so I should think she might have
sat on it. She was a vision of delight, and at a glance I recognised
she must be a sister to Phoebe.

"Oh, don't mind me. I see your were doing up your hair. You must be
Phoebe's sister--is she out?"

"Yes, sir," she replied, blushing deeply: "and are you Mr. Percy from
the hall, she and the girls so often speak about? They have all gone to
market, but will be back to tea."

"I am sorry, because I came on purpose to enquire how she was. You know
about a fortnight ago she did not seem at all right, so I have brought
her a bottle of wine. I must rest myself a bit; it has been a tiring
walk, and I always make myself at home here," as I walked in without
being invited.

She placed a chair for me, then saying she would just tie up her hair,
stepped into the back bedroom, leaving the door slightly ajar.

"Excuse me," I said, following her: "but may I wash my hands. You need
not mind me, go on with your hair, but it can't look better than it
does now."

Merely dipping my hands in the water she poured out for me, taking the
towel, I remarked. "Do just leave it as it is. I shall soon be gone,
but must have a kiss first," then dropping the towel. "Phoebe has
always kissed me ever since I can remember, so why shouldn't you, my
dear?" placing an arm round her waist.

"Oh, no, I can't. You never saw me before; I shall run into the garden
unless you behave yourself, Mr. Percy," trying to get away