asked. Kitty had seen her and Jim standing close up in front of
her, "and he was moving about, and I told her," said Kitty.

Kitty on being pressed said she thought they were doing what Betty had
said men and women did. "Fucking me?" "Yes." He was doing nothing of the
sort, that she would swear; but they did it sometimes, for he was going
to marry her soon, and after making Kitty promise not to tell, they went
to sleep. "If you tell," said the knowing older one, "you will lose your
place."

Next night Betty said, "You be quiet, Jim is going to marry me soon,
only he don't wish it known, he is coming up when Master's asleep, and
going to lay down by the side of me,--you sham to be asleep." Kitty
remarked, "He can't lay here all night." No, when he had had his
pleasure he would go. Kitty had fear come over her, but promised, then
fell asleep, but awakened, and heard Jim say in a whisper, "She sleeps
like a top." Then was a rustling and rumpling about, and Jim cried, "Oh!
cunt," Betty said, "hush!" they kissed, sighed, and Jim crept softly
away, Betty got out and washed her cunt in the dark, and found Kit was
awake.

This went on for several nights, Betty had oiled the lock and hinges of
the door, and when she heard the Master go up to bed, would softly open
the door, and leave it ajar. When Jim had emptied his ballocks he would
leave and close the door gently, Bet would light the candle, and wash
her cunt. One night she said to Kitty, "Come and see the stuff that
comes out of a man's prick." Kitty jumped out of bed, saw the seminal
sediment that Betty had washed out of her, and stood looking at Jim's
spendings at the bottom of the wash-stand basin. "Look how thick it is,"
said Bet. "We have no thick stuff, have we?" Then she felt it. "You are
a beast," said Kit. "Wait till you have a sweetheart," said Bet.

"Why," said I to Kit, "I asked you before if you had seen any one frig,
and you said only your cousin." "Yes," replied she, "my cousin Grace,
you didn't ask me about any one else, but I did see a young man once do
it to himself," added Kitty, "it was my cousin Bob."

I made her tell me all about that. She had cousins male and female, one
named Grace her friend, and a cousin Bob, who used to go and see them;
he was a favorite of Kitty's mother, a lad of sixteen, a carpenter.
Grace must have been about a year older than Kitty.

Kitty's parents lived in two rooms, and had the right to use a
wash-house. I am sure fr