residing with your mamma."

Master Dale blushed scarlet, for he was not aware until now that any
one had been a witness to the scene that had taken place between him
and his pretty cousin.

This was what had passed. The cousin, a lovely girl of fifteen, was in
a secluded spot in the garden, near an arbour, the preceding afternoon.
She was bending down, tying up a flower close to the ground, which made
her stoop to such a degree that she could only reach it with ease by
having her legs wide apart. Her back was towards the walk by which
young Dale was advancing. As he approached unheard by her, he could not
fail to see peeping out between the stretched open expanse of snowy
drawers the inner part of her well-rounded globes of dimpled ivory. Her
shift had somehow worked upwards, and revealed all the charms of her
delicate young bum and plump white thighs. The sight inflamed the youth
beyond measure. He crept up noiselessly quite close to her, and,
stooping down until his head was below the level of her raised
petticoat, he feasted his eyes for some time with the lovely prospect
before him, her little virgin rosebud slit, its pink and pouting lips,
plump little mount already delicately shaded with a curly foliage that
promised soon to be much more dense, together with the swell of her
lovely young thighs and calves. All this was quite unsuspected by the
object of his admiration, who was absorbed in her garden operations. At
length, however, the excited youth could not resist the temptation of
applying his soft warm hand to the parts he was admiring, which made
Miss scream slightly--she thinking it was some insect up her
petticoats-exclaiming--

"Oh, dear! oh, dear!"

But turning her head round, she discovered the delinquent.

"Forgive me, Ellen dear, but really you exposed so very pretty a sight
while stooping that upon my word I could not help it."

Now girls are curious as well as boys, perhaps more so; and if the
truth must be told, Miss had for some time past longed for an
opportunity to become better acquainted with things in general, and,
therefore, thought here was a chance not to be thrown away. So, after
some little show of resistance on her part, for decency's sake, it was
agreed between them that he should have a good look at _hers_, if he
would afterwards show her _his_. Miss Ellen had never seen a male
"diddle," as she and her young playfellows called it, not even that of
a boy, and she was all exciteme