sult me about that part of your body, whatever
you may feel."

We breakfasted, and I could see, on regaining the coach, that uncle and
aunt had a satisfactory exchange of words on the subject. We got to the
Rectory in Kent in time for dinner, at which I was the object of great
and devoted attention of both, especially of my aunt.

Our previous long journey made an early retreat to bed a necessity for
all of us. They both conducted me with much _empressement_ to my
bedroom, a very comfortable one, having a communication at one end with
a corridor, and, on the right-hand side entering, another door
communicating with my uncle's dressing-and bath-room, and these opening
into their bedroom, which had a similar dressing-room on the other side
fitted up with wardrobes for female gear, and dedicated to my aunt's
sole use. I was left to a quiet night's rest, which I most thoroughly
enjoyed, and slept profoundly until late in the morning. I was awakened
by my uncle drawing all the clothes off me. Of course, I was rampant,
as usual. He gazed for a moment or two without speaking at my enormous
cock at full stand. He then said it was nine o'clock, and breakfast was
ready, that he had not liked to disturb me sooner, as I was in so sound
a slumber, but now it was time for me to get up.

"I see," he added, "that your doodle, as you call it, has got the
hardness you spoke of yesterday."

Then he laid hold of it, and gently squeezed it--it filled his grasp.
He evidently enjoyed the pleasure of handling it, but contented himself
with saying that my aunt must see to giving me some remedy the next
day, when she should come and inspect it in the morning, so as to see
how hard it was, and how it hurt me.

I replied that it would be very kind of aunt, but what would she think
of my showing my doodle to her; mamma had told me, when I slept in her
room, always to piddle in a corner, and never let anyone see it.

He laughed at my apparent simplicity, and said--

"Your mamma was quite right as to people in general, but it is quite a
different thing with your aunt, whose close relationship authorises her
doing what she can to relieve her dear nephew, in whom we both take
such an interest; besides, I suppose your mamma never saw it in this
size and hardness?"

He was gently handling it all the time of our conversation.

"Oh, no! mamma never saw it but at night, when it was quite shrunk up,
and that is nearly a year ago, when I used to sle