r hands, which she placed on the bed; then for a
moment she rested her bum on the bed-side, and Jenny did the same by the
side of her. The parcel was between them, her ankles were within a few
inches of my nose; I gently lifted the valance, and saw up the calf of
her legs, her petticoats cut as they were in those days, being drawn up
by sitting down. I remember almost every word, every action which took
place on that memorable afternoon, and not a movement escaped me.

"I can't untie it,--cut it." "The scissors are downstairs." "I'll go and
fetch them." "Oh! no,--where is the knife that I cut my corns with?" "Oh
I never mind,--there, I've done it,--I've broken it,"--and she rose up
as did Jenny from the bed, and both now stood standing facing the side
of the bed where I lay.

I heard the rustling of paper, the rustling of a dress, the noise of
feet paddling about. "Oh! it _is_ nice,--what did it cost?--who made
it?" "I made the skirt, and Miss Skinner the body,--she charged me seven
and six,--it's not dear, is it?--I'll hang it up, then the creases will
come out." "Let's hang it up first." And then on a peg at the back
of the door the dress was hung up, and for a moment, both women stood
admiring it, their backs towards me and the bed.

"Look," said the sister, "it just wants a little something done to the
sleeves,--she said it was not finished there,--oh! yes here it is,--I
would not wait for her, I can easily do it myself,--I was glad to get
it, and half feared I should not get it for Sunday,--the old beast never
keeps her promise, but she has this time,--I gave her sixpence
extra. Oh I my gracious how hot it is,--I'm sweating all over,--it's
awful,--I'll pull off my frock, then I'll finish the sleeves as it hangs
up,--get us the needle and thread Jenny,--just thread a needle dear,
while I pull off my frock."

"Don't," said Jenny in an agitated manner, "let's have tea first." "No
I must finish it," and as she spoke she undid her dress, and slipped it
off. A beautiful handsome pair of breasts came in view. "Oh! Lord look
at my chemise,--look how I've sweated--see how the stain from the dress
has gone through under my arms,--I stink of sweat,--how glad I shall be
when the weather is cooler." As she said that with a slight effort she
drew her arms through the sleeves of her chemise, and lifting her
freed arms showed a pair of black hairy armpits. I began to thrill and
cock-stiffen. She lifted her fine arms up, and loo