"Oh, Charlie, what a size it is to be sure; and how nice to pull this skin over its head; look how it runs back again. Oh! how funny!"
It was time to stop this, or she would have soon made me discharge.
"Well, then, what is this great secret, and what has it to do with your doodle and my Fanny?"
"I will tell you, but you must never say a word to a soul—not even to
Eliza, she is too young yet."
"Well, go on."
"I was one day seeking something in the closet in Mrs. Benson's room, when I heard them coming, and had only the time to slip into the closet. They entered, locked the door, and Mr. B. laid her on the bed, and lifted up all her petticoats so that I saw her Fanny quite surrounded with hairs, as yours will be by and by. Mr. B, stooped down, and applied his tongue as I did to you t
