and might have been going to frig himself had he not been
interrupted.

The girls came back round the corner just then still wrangling, they
stopped as they came on the man, who turning round shook his tooleywag
at them, and moved out of sight, but not out of my hearing. "This is the
sort of thing that would please you," said he wagging it. "Go along you
beast, I'll call a policeman." "You wouldn't call out if it was up your
cunt,"--and he walked off laughing. The girls were quiet for an instant,
and then laughed. "Hish!" said one, "he is not gone." The other looked
round the corner, and said he had; then they laughed loudly.

"Was it not big!" "Did you see it?" "Yes, and stiff,--ha--ha--ha."
"He--he--he." "It looked as if it would split any one," said the little
one who sat down on the barrow-handle again. "Sarah says the bigger it
is the better it is," said the other, and then they laughed. "Hush!"
said the bigger one, "some one may hear us." Turning her rump to the
wall she pissed just where the man had. The little one did the same,
then off they went, one trundling, the other holding the baskets steady.
They took the heavy work in turns I found.

I rushed to the house, then out, and followed the girls, a desire to
show them _my_ prick was on me. As I followed my intentions cooled,
fearing they might tell a policeman. I had not the experience then that
I now have, or should have feared nothing of the sort, for girls tell
no one but each other if they see a man's prick. I overtook them in the
church-yard (they were resting again on the barrow-handles), and entered
into conversation with them, delighted at their demure faces, knowing
that they had just seen a prick, that one had said "fuck," and that
I had seen both piss. A notion of getting the younger one by herself
restrained me from blurting out what was in my mind, but my delight
really was in looking at, and talking with them, thinking that fucking
might and probably was in their mind at the moment I accosted them.

They were coarse, middle-sized, well-fed, sturdy-limbed, dark-eyed
wenches, unmistakeably sisters. Excepting for one being shorter than
the other you would scarcely have known there was a difference in their
ages; both had bare arms, one had her frock well pinned up behind over
her petticoats, both had short petticoats, thick ankles and strong
boots, a washerwoman was then not ashamed of showing what she was, and
they always wore dazzling white sto