pt him on out of kindness, but at length had said, "Page must go, I
shall not give him a new suit, it will be waste of money." He looked
stupid as an owl, and as if an idea about cunt would never have entered
his mind.

This boy stood still reflecting, then unbuttoned his trowsers, pulled
out a stiff, big prick, and after pulling the prepuce down once or
twice, buttoned it up again; stood still, again unbuttoned, sat down
on some straw, reflected, and then frigged himself. After wiping his
fingers on the straw he went off, leaving me wondering at his lust, the
size of his doodle, and the quantity of spunk he shot. "That lumpish boy
to do that!" forgetting what I did, when only a little older than him.

"Hullo! what are you doing here?" said a voice.--it was Pender's. He
made no reply. "You'd better be off to the Hall, you've no business
here." "I was fetching the nurse-maid." "Well she's no business here;
you cut, they will be ringing for you." When the voices ceased I
descended, and went to the Hall.

The head farm-man had recently died, he, his wife and daughter, had
lived in the cottage in the farmyard. Pender's husband had taken his
place, but still lived in his cottage in the lane. The woman whose
husband had died attended to things in general, the daughter assisted
in the dairy, and worked very often up at the Hall. A pretty girl of a
common, rustic style of beauty, and about sixteen years old; she used to
curtsy to me when she met me, but I had never cast my eyes at her. As I
skulked out through the rick-yard into the shrubbery-walk leading to the
Hall I met her, stopped, and had a chat, a joke, and finished by a kiss,
which she took in very bad part, and wiped away with her hand, as if I
was quite disgusting. She was an only child, her name Molly.

CHAPTER VI.

Joey and nursemaid.--The privy in the laurel-walk.--Scared.--
Whiteteeth in the ditch.--The nursemaid's bed-room.--Robert
amusing her.--A lost virginity.--Aunt and Joey.--Nearly
caught.--Amatory instructions to nursemaid.

Lusting worse after the kiss, I went to the house. My cousins were
out, my aunt taking her afternoon's nap. I rang my bed-room bell for
something, simply to get a woman near me, in the shape of a housemaid
who was as ugly as sin. I pulled out my cock when she left, and thought
of imitating the page, but did not; from my window saw the nursemaid was
out with the child, and strolled out to meet her. I must