From half-past eight till about
ten o'clock did bathing go on. I looking, and frigging myself as often
as my cock stood. I saw in succession nearly all the ladies, and four
female servants.

Most of the girls who took cold baths in the morning did not come in at
night, my cousins excepted. Every one had hair on her cunt. I knew and
recollected some for years afterwards, and when I saw them walking out,
or in the ground from our bed-room window, and when my cousins came in
to dine with us at the Reverend's house, bringing two of the other young
ladies with them; I recollected the look of their bums and bubbies, the
quantity and colour of the hair on their cunts as well as if it had been
my own prick. I could not converse, my eyes went from one to the other
of the girls as their charms rose up in my mind, my prick throbbing.
Aunt noticed my silence, and joking me asked if I was falling in love.

It was difficult to hear the conversation; what I did was for the most
part chaste, and about trifles, the only exception was the two girls who
looked at each other's quims, and stood near me, half facing the fire.
It ran something like this: "I wonder if men look at each other's
things." "I dare say they do." "Boys do, Miss Y.... said she saw two of
her brothers rubbing each other's things hard." "Law!" "Yes." "Is it not
funny that the man's things should be put right up ours?" "Lor yes."
"It seems nasty." "I wish you could ask ------ to let us see that book
again." "I have, and she has not got it now." "It was fun." "Yes,"--and
they both laughed. "Make haste, they will wonder why we are so long."
"Ring the bell." "Yes." "Open the bolt." "Hish! here is some one.".

The servants came in two by two, the mistress came in with the first
pair, and told them to put the fire out, When she had gone, "The old
skinflint," said one servant, and put coals on after saying 'yes' to her
mistress. To me it was always more exciting to see a woman in stockings
and boots, than quite naked. The young ladies had come in undressed from
their rooms; the servants came dressed, bringing candles with them. They
were full-grown women, I felt more pleasure in seeing them gradually
undress and uncover. One, a middle-aged woman, said aloud, "I shall only
wash my feet, it's so cold." She took water out of the big bath, put
it into a hip-bath, pulled off her shoes and stockings, tucked her
petticoats up to her thighs, and washed her feet by the fire. She was