she with her long arm put between her
thighs clutching by balls.

I was constantly at her, and more by her randiness than mine. The cook
used to grin and say, "Well young devilskin, you seem jolly well knocked
up," and made Harriet savage by saying, "Have a little mercy on him."
The cook now took no notice of me, she was a coarse beast, would go to
the servants' closet leaving the door wide open, and begin to talk with
me as I passed; Harriet called her a beast one day for doing so.

I found that the cook after going to her room used to go down again.
Harriet would let her out and she stayed out all night, Harriet letting
her in in the morning. One night Harriet did the same, saying her mother
was ill. I spoke to the cook about it; she said, "Her mother! pugh--she
goes to see the baker." I began to feel very uncomfortable about these
tricks in case it came to my mother's ears, and that I knew of them.

The cook asked me to look carefully at Harriet's belly, and explained
to me that I should find certain marks of her having had a child, and to
tell her (cook) if I did. I could not find them. "I am sure she has had
one for all that," said cook. I never told Harriet what I had looked
for. The cook one day said, "If you tell Harriet what we have done
together I will split on you both and tell your mother. I don't care a
dam for the place and am tired of service," so I held my tongue. Harriet
always declared she was a virgin until she had me, and that the cook had
had two or three children. I did not tell Brown that, for fear of a row
between them. Another night that Harriet stopped out, the cook said,
"You may come to me if you are frightened to sleep alone." I went. She
undressed, pissed and farted; but seeing her fat form, into the bed I
got. When I was stiff she said if I would tell all about my doings with
Harriet I might poke her as I liked. I told her most that she asked me;
but she threw my prick out just as I spent for all that.

Things were now uncomfortable, they quarreled so. One night I asked
Harriet who was frigging me up, whether the baker did not do it enough
to her. She dropped my tool, rushed across to the cook, said that she
had been telling about her, and made such a row, that even my deaf
relative was awakened, and came out of her bed-room asking from below if
anything was the matter. I was on the landing when I saw the light and
hopped across to my own room in a fright. Up came the old lady, the
cook