a woman of middle age suckling a baby. "She will fetch one, give
her the money,--make haste now,--never mind your bonnet,--run,--run. She
won't be long," said the woman to me.

"Your daughter?" I said to the woman who stood suckling her baby, and
staring at me. "Yes sir." The baby took to howling. Swinging it about to
quiet it, she went on in a whining tone, "We are so poor, we are almost
starved, we are,--what was I to do for a living?--I've nearly lost all
since my husband's left me, and can't afford to keep a big gal like
that; if she will go wrong I can't help it, I can't send her out,--I
catched her with a young Gallows, and the mischief were done, it were, I
knowed it, and I knowed it would be, so I did,--I could not keep her in,
and the chap were allus arter her,--she must live, and she's better at
home doing that, than doing it away from me,"--and much of the same sort
in a whining, apologetic tone without stopping, without my asking.

"Has she been gay long?" "Bless you sir, it ain't more nor two months
since I catched her with young Gallows,--he is in qued,--serve him
right; but he'll be after her agin when he is out, he will." "Where is
your husband?" "Oh! the vagabond's gone off with a hussey, and left me
with three children,--this here's the last. Drat you," said she shaking
the infant which would not leave off howling. "Oh! here she is."
The girl entered the house with the cundum, and the mother and baby
disappeared.

The affair was not enticing, my cock was flabby again, but the little
wench's naked belly stirred and stiffened me. I prepared the letter.
"Did you ever see one before?" "Yes a gent had one here one night, but
he did not put his thing into it." "What did he do then?" "He blew it
out, and popped it off," said the girl. "Oh! you wet it,--let me see how
you do it,--does it not feel cold?--it's a nasty thing. Indeed I'm
all right,--gals has diseases from doing it I know, but I
ain't,--look,"--and again the girl distended her cunt-lips without any
modesty or affectation.

Fearful, but (as often was the case with me and French letters), my cock
and the letter would not agree. My cock stiff without it, drooped its
head directly the wet flabby sheep's-gut touched its tip. At length it
was over my doodle, and shoved up the little cunt after much trouble.
"It don't feel nice," said the girl. A few shoves more, and I lost all
prudence, pulled it off, and drove my naked prick with such a thrust up
he