She blushed up to her eyes, but said, innocently enough: "Tell me what you mean, George, why does she frisk her tail so?"
"She wants the horse, and I expect you do, too, this warm weather."
"Oh, you wretch, to talk like that as if girls ever think such things.
It's all because you young fellows are always trying to ruin us girls."
"Yes Pat, and if you were not my sister you would never get out of this stable all right, I'd horse you to your heart's delight."
"Don't be so rude, George, you make me feel quite all-overish like. There, don't kiss and squeeze me so: for shame, to do that to your own sister!" as he clasped her round the body, pressing her to his bosom, and smothered her face with kisses, as his hands were feeling the girl's plump, firm buttocks.
She did not struggle much,
