Phyllis Norroy

Child Love

INTRODUCTION

Child Love, the original title of this charming book, bears evidence of the appeal men in all ages and all times have felt for the young and unfledged girl as a sex object. Contrary to popular opinion, all men who desire (either consciously or unconsciously) sex with young girls are not 'dirty old men.' Many times they are found among the most respected members of society, and fortunately, most men who feel impelled in this direction are able to control their feelings and channel them in more societally approved directions.

In this book, though, there is a mood entirely different from what one would expect. It is a collection of letters written by Phyllis to her girl friend Marie, and these letters contain descriptions of a variety of practices between young girls, between young boys and young girls, between mature women and girls, and between men and girls. Throughout there is repetition of the thought that girls should not fuck when too young – and except for the images surrounding such thoughts, Mrs. Grundy would accompany us all the way.

But when the author suggests that the age for a girl to begin her coital experiences is fourteen or fifteen, Mrs. Grundy would depart in haste – even in the light of much evidence to the contrary wherein it is shown that many girls have sufficiently matured physically at this point in their lives to engage in coitus without harm. I hasten to add here that I am not suggesting or promulgating the idea that such sexual experiences are good or desirable – there is too much more at stake for an individual than to be concerned with physical maturity and nothing else. But in may ways Phyllis has the right idea – implied throughout this book is the concept of the imminent fitness of sex between mature partners where both agree on the act to be performed and no permanent harm or injury comes to either party. In spite of its obvious erotic theme, this book points an essential moral – if I may use so antiquated a word – in that Phyllis, describing her own defloration, reports at length her physical condition. She has obviously fucked before she was ready, and as a result she has hemorrhaged badly. She thus points out the particular fitness of the advice she has been giving all along – that girls should not fuck before they are ready. Fortunately, Phyllis recovered, married the lover who took her cherry, and, we presume, lived happily ever after – just as they do in fairy stories. But whether this be true or not, Child Love is charmingly written, more than ably executed, and should be a part of the rapidly growing literature of sex that has too long been underground. Dale Koby, A.B., M.A. Atlanta, Georgia December, 1967 Phyllis Norroy Child Love

PREFACE

As every authoress should, in writing a book, have some definite object before her, as it be instruction, or amusement, or that you will, I think it is but right, and in accordance with my own ideas, that these private letters to my greatest friend should not be published without a preface, introduction, or moral, if I am permitted to use the latter word. But I care little to say beyond this: namely, that the seduction of very little girls, be they ever so pretty, ever so loving and ever so reciprocal to their lover's desires in an enormity and species of physical barbarism. Pretty little girls are often but too ready to excite passions in others, which lead to the gratification of their own, but it is a cruel return to exhaust by acts of violence the physical health of those who are so willing to resort to every pleasure-giving action, and whose virginity alone gives extra force and enjoyment to those with whom they shared their love. Not being a writer on moral Ethics I have naught to say against the indulgence men's strongest passions with little maidens, who have by their pretty childish forms and graceful movements aroused their desires; but regardless of everything else, it is for physical reasons wrong and in itself destructive of the intense pleasure which men so much desire to resort to the act of seduction till about a year after their little victim has first suffered from the illness peculiar to her sex. But after that time the pretty child will, if as a virgin she has felt the pleasures of love, be able to receive and enjoy a closer intercourse, giving out the essence of her charms to meet and combine with those of her lover. I know such to be the case, for my passions being aroused, I consented to my own seduction at the age of twelve years, and this, instead of adding to only destroyed the pleasure I had being had in the secret practices of childhood. Being the eldest I have warned and protected my little sisters from submitting as I did, but alas, years roll on, and the youngest will soon claim her freedom, while the one next in age to myself, a pretty dark eyed maid of nearly sixteen, may perhaps this very night (should he come to her) give up her virgin pleasures for a stronger love. Phyllis Norroy. My pretty little Jane It would only give you pain If I fucked your little “Fanny” when so young, So lie down on your bed And I'll “bugger” you instead And I think you'll find the process rather fun.

LETTER NO. 1

My dear Marie, I was delighted to receive your letter and to hear that you are now settled in Paris, and engaged in a business which provides so much interest and excitement. So you intend to meet one of the great requirements of the day and to provide the public of Europe with “naughty photographs” of little girls, and with this end in view you ask my advice. Well, Marie dear, you are welcome to all I can tell you, for as children we exchanged love for love pretty freely and since then – not so many years ago – I have learnt more about their secret practices than you and I had taught each other. The photographs you sent me of the Fillette Serie are charming, but are, I understand, to be looked on as useful for artistic purposes only and are therefore somewhat tame in treatment; but as you say there is no doubt a great and increasing desire among men to arouse and share their pleasures with little girls from ten to fifteen years of age, I think you would find it a great advantage to your business if your stock of photographs was increased and contained subjects more suggestive of the secret pleasures which little girls enjoy alone, and with other children, about the same age as themselves. With this object in view I think it a mistake to show the children in an entirely nude state, for example black or dark coloured stockings always seem to improve the curves of the legs, and it is often the case that a complete disarrangement of the clothes so as to expose to the full extent that part of the child's body from which she desires and gives most pleasure, will make the best picture.

Again from my experience, it is a mistake to place more than two little girls in the same group, for when they gratify their passions, as they often do, they rather do so alone or with the assistance of one friend; and in your new photographs if two children are together, one should be nude, or nearly so, while the scanty garments of the second little girl should show that little modesty exists between the friends. I may have already told you, Marie, that in even best girls' schools the present system is only to allow two children to occupy one room, and usually they are in one bed. Among the other girls the elder is called the husband and the younger the wife, their respective ages being perhaps twelve and fourteen years. This system, of course, encourages private intercourse between the children of the most free and passionate description, and the reproduction of such scenes would embody a most charming series of photographs. Your great difficulty would be in finding a photographer who understands sufficiently the refined form of intense pleasure existing in very young girls to bring the idea properly out in a photograph, for such groups treated to perfection would require all the sympathetic feelings of a true artist. I have the charming photograph which you sent me of a young girl showing much that is desired, but the effect is spoilt by the left leg being pushed forward. Had the leg been a little apart it would have shown her young charms to greater advantage, and would have suggested that they were more ready of access than with the legs held closely together. In many of the so called “Erotic photographs” there is a coarseness of treatment which rather disgusts than excites the passions, but there is no reason why this should be so. Fat women with a profusion of hair on their lower parts, and with drawers on, do not make a pretty picture, but there are few more delightful things on the earth than to see two little girls satisfying their own and each other's desires with their fingers or perhaps their lips and tongues, or a pretty grown and well made woman preparing her little sister for the advances of a lover of the opposite sex. But, however, if many little schoolgirls give themselves up to the excitement of virgin pleasure in private, they are often – indeed nearly always – shy about showing their naked charms to men. This modest feeling is often overcome by showing to child nude pictures of girls of her own age, or what is better still by fixing the photograph of a naked girl to the photograph of the head of the child herself, so as to make it appear as if she had been photographed while nude. This effect might be carried still further, and by photographic methods already in use, a single photograph could be produced from the picture of the little girl showing her to be not only nude, but in such a position that her virgin charms were fully exposed. If it were known that by sending you a photograph of a young girl, and by selecting from your stock a naked subject of suitable age and figure that could be applied to her face, there would be a great demand for pictures of this kind.

And again photographs of the man could be reproduced with that of the girl in such position that her shyness would be at once overcome, and even for the sake of secrecy alone she dare no longer refuse to gratify his desires. But the actual seduction of very little girls is cruel and in every way objectionable, and is quite an unnecessary action on her lover's part. Very few children are strong enough to bear the pain and shock of seduction till they are well over fourteen years of age. I know, as you do, Marie, from our own experience, that it is common enough for men to ravish little maidens by force, who are no more than twelve or thirteen years old; but if these children had been allowed to remain in a state of virginity, they would, with a little help and practice, have proved much more delightful in the arms of their lovers. Hardly any little girl, after her first modesty has been overcome, and her passions have been aroused to their full extent by the fingers and tongue of her lover, will refuse to use her lips in such a way that she not only satisfies but exhausts – as no woman could do – his burning desires. It is true that the first time, she may shrink from the flow into her mouth, which her lips and tongue have drawn from her lover, but afterwards she will cease to have any repugnance to the action, for she will share the joy she is proud of being able to excite at so young an age. Little girls like having grown-up lovers and think they are almost women if they are able to share and satisfy their most intense passions and this a pretty child can always do if she will but try. There is no doubt that among little schoolgirls from eleven to fifteen years of age there is a great amount of secret indulgence. Healthy exercises have made them capable of feeling the passions of love at an early stage of their lives and often during their play hours in the spring and summer time a little shortskirted maiden of twelve years will be seized with strong sensual desires, and blushing deeply at her own naughty thoughts will wander away to her own room. There she will lie on her bed or couch and with knees bent and legs thrown wide apart she will, with the delicate touch of her pointed finger, produce a whole world of passion and love between the quivering lips of virgin charms. Or perhaps two child-girl friends will wander away together to some quiet wood or dell where they know they will be safe, and there indulge in the fullness of each other's love, talking and longing for the day when their first lovers will claim possession of their naked limbs. Ah! Marie, would not pictures such as these be delightful to show to a wavering and timid little novice in the art of love? And is there any wonder that men of refinement and feeling seek above all things the mutual indulgence of sensual passion between themselves and pretty child-girls? Surely not! For is not the naked form of a healthy well grown girl of twelve or thirteen years with a rich profusion of golden-brown hair falling about her shoulders to her waist, with little rounded breasts just rising from her sides as childhood advances to girlhood, crowned with little rosy teats which are ever sweet to kiss and suck, and there her little virgin slit just peeping coyly out between her white and rounded legs as if shyly seeking to learn the pleasures of the world, is not that a picture for any man's desire? Adieu, Marie, but I can tell you more of child-love, if you wish to know it from your old child-love. Phyllis.

LETTER NO. 2

IN WHICH PHYLLIS GRATIFIES HER LOVER'S PASSIONS

My dear Marie, In my last letter I told you how cruel I think it is of men to seduce little girls before they are more than fourteen years old, and the best way I can explain my reason for being so convinced in this point, is to describe very fully the nature of my own seduction, which was accomplished when I was but twelve, and especially the acts which led up to it, but these descriptions will, I fear, fill several letters, if I enter with details. As you know I was at that time a strong and well made little girl looking at least a year older than I really was. I had a mass of rich brown hair cut so as to fall over my forehead and down each side of my face. You used to tell me that I was a very pretty child and had lips that were made for love, and my eyes betrayed me as a little flirt. Well, you ought to know, Marie, for we have spent many a happy hour lying naked in each others arms. When I was between twelve and thirteen, I was sent to live with an old aunt, near a little town in the south coast, and as time hung heavily on my hands, I used to spend most of the day out of doors, wandering the lovely sand hills near the seashore, and as the weather was warm, bathing every day in a quiet little bay where the sand was smooth and the water usually calm. Not far from this place was a very large country house, owned by a wealthy Baronet called Sir Harry Norton. I often saw him riding and driving with a sweet, kind looking lady who was supposed to be his wife, but I afterwards knew that she had never been married to him. Sir Harry was a very handsome and finely made man of about thirty, and from the first time I saw him, his manliness raised in my mind a kind of girlish admiration, and I may as well confess that during those quiet moments, when, as young girls will, I was satisfying my secret passions in private, Sir Harry's face was always before me and I thought how sweet it should be to be kissed by such a man. I suppose these thoughts and pleasures caused me to look older than I really was, but my aunt made me wear the shortest of dresses which hardly reached below my knees. However this might be, I soon became aware of the fact that Sir Harry, whenever we met, looked at me in the most pointed manner, and as I glanced up into his face from under my dark eyelashes, I felt sure he was going to speak to me, and I need not tell you, Marie, that I was proud of the very idea of such an event. The little sandy creek where I bathed was so quiet and secluded that I never took the trouble to carry a bathing dress with me, but undressed on the rocks and walked down to the sea quite naked.

One hot day, I had done this as usual and having dressed again with the exception of my drawers, which had got rather wet in a frost of water, I clambered up into the sand hills, when who should I meet with a pair of opera glasses in his hand but Sir Harry Norton! I knew at once that he had been watching me, and that this man whom I admired so much, and almost loved, had seen me quite naked. At first, I felt inclined to run away, but I only stood still, and blushed from head to foot. In a moment he was by my side, begging me to forgive him.

He knew my name, and called me Phyllis, and said that he had often watched me, going to bathe and now that he had seen me, he could not let me go without telling me that – he loved me! “Oh sir,” I said, “it was wrong of you, and I am only a child.” “I know you are. I love children, and you are the most beautiful girl I ever saw,” he replied. What could I do or say? I did love him, and I was proud that he cared for me, and then I remembered that ten minutes ago, I was standing naked before him on the seashore and lying on the rocks basking and drying myself in the sun. Sir Harry had, as he came towards me, looked even handsomer than usual, dressed in white flannel and a straw hat, but while he spoke I dare not for my life have looked up in his face. “I love you, Phyllis,” he said again, and then, I don't know how it happened, but next moment I found myself in his arms while his passionate kisses on my lips almost took away my breath. Then he led me to a grassy bank not far away, which was hidden by some trees, and near a little stream that murmured very dreamily as it wandered to the sea. It was an ideal place for secret love, and if a pretty child-girl gives her love, it must be very secretly done indeed. Harry threw himself on the grass and I half-hoped and half-feared that as I stood beside him he would see a part of my bare legs above my stockings, as my skirt was very short, and, as I have said, I had no drawers on; but he told me to lie down beside him which I did at once. You often told me, Marie, long before this happened, that I had shapely and well rounded legs and thighs. Sir Harry seemed to have found that out when he had seen me bathing, for no sooner had I laid down by his side, than he put his left arm round my waist, and while kissing my lips, passed his right hand below my dress and petticoat, and gradually let it creep upwards over my thighs till it reached my waist. Then I felt his hand gradually come more to the front and lower down on my body, till at last it passed right between my legs, which I had left a little apart, knowing but too well what was coming – and in a moment his hand grasped my slit from end to end. Then bending his middle finger he let it play from front to back till he must have seen the intense delight he caused to thrill through my whole body. But I might have known this was not enough for him, for as soon as he knew my passionate feeling which he had aroused placed me entirely in his power, he took his hand away from between my legs, and undoing his flannel trousers, pulled them down to his knees. I suppose it is more or less of a shock to all little girls to see what was then laid before me for the first time, for I had no idea that those parts of a man which little maidens talk and think about so much, were so large and stiff, and surrounded by so much hair. But just then I had no time to think for Sir Harry taking my hand and clasping it round his “cock” near the end, told me to rub it gently up and down, and he would put his hand between my legs again. “Oh, sir, I cannot,” I said, for in spite of all my former feelings, I was frightened now, and tried to pull my clothes down over my legs, for I had been lying half naked on the grass. “Very well Phyllis,” he replied, “if you will not do as I ask I must whip you. Once more will you satisfy me.” “No, no, I cannot.” “Then I must whip you, my darling.” My darling! I thought it a strange term, to use with such a threat, but I remembered that you often told me that men used this means to make little girls do their will. A moment later, and his strong arms had laid me across his naked knees, and I could feel his great strong “prick” throbbing against my body, while his right hand lay on my bottom. Then came some stinging smacks, each one giving me more pain than the last, and then he laid me gently down by his side, but not before he had kissed the part where he had inflicted so much pain. My eyes were full of tears, but what he had done had warmed my feelings, and I no longer hesitated to hold his “cock” in my hand, and rub it in a way that I could see gave him pleasure. I never really wanted to resist him, but to a little girl of twelve, it was all so new that it was not till he had whipped me that I lost my feeling of shyness and gave myself up gratifying his desires. Very soon after this he drew me dose to him, and as we were both lying on our sides, placed his prick between my legs, that is to say it lay lengthwise along my slit and the softest part of my legs clasped it between them. It was a position to satisfy the pleasures of any little girl given to naughty thoughts and actions and when Harry moved backwards and forwards, the end of his cock cubbed against and between the lips of my slit, so delightfully that my passions were roused to the utmost pitch. He had rolled up his shirt sleeves and his bare arms clasped me beneath my clothes. Soon afterwards I could feel that his movement became more convulsive and I knew, from what you had often told me, Marie, that with men this is the beginning of the end, and just as this happened, I could feel that by a little upward pressure, the point of his cock had got more between the lips of my slit than it had been before, and that this had pressed the skin back in the most delightful manner to me, and I think to him also, for he held me closer than ever, and begged me to put my tongue between his lips. This I did at once, and it was all he required, for at that moment, I felt a perfect deluge of fluid issue from him between my legs, and as he pressed his wet tongue between my lips and worked it in and out as if in imitation of what he had done to my body, I felt that my passionate desires of sensual love (and that love was very strong in me, my dear Marie, when I was a pretty child of twelve years old) had been satisfied. Of course my legs were dripping wet with what my childish attractions had drawn from my lover, but oh! it was so nice to know that, as I lay on my back once more, he was gently drying my naked limbs with his handkerchief, and then to feel that he was kissing me between the legs and making my little slit quiver again by the action of his lips and tongue, as if repaying his child love for the help she had given him in the accomplishment of his desires. I felt as if I could have given myself up to that kind of pleasure all day long, but my body was satisfied, and that was enough for me at the time. Before we parted, Sir Harry told me that next morning he had to go to London for some days, and then taking from his pocket a beautiful gold chain with a heart hanging from it, set with diamonds and pearls, he clasped it round my neck, and told me always to wear it when I was in bed and to think of him. Then he gave me a sovereign “to buy chocolates,” as he said, and after many kisses and a loving good-bye, I went home to my dear old aunt, who found me so flushed and happy that she said the sea air and bathing was making quite a little woman of me, and that I must soon wear longer skirts. I will continue my story of the Nortons in my next letter. Your loving friend. Phyllis. I love Phyllis, and Phyllis loves me. And Phyllis's cunt is fair to see; So I sucked it once, and I sucked it twice And oh! it was juicy, and soft, and nice As a schoolgirl's should be.

Phyllis Norroy

Child Love

LETTER NO. 3

FROM PHYLLIS TO MARIE STORY OF THE GRATIFICATION OF THE CHILDISH PASSIONS OF EVA HASTINGS (LADY NORTON) AND HER SUBSEQUENT SEDUCTION, WHEN A SCHOOLGIRL OF FIFTEEN

. My dear Marie, I have now to tell you the story of Lady Norton, as she told it to me, and I hope it will not weary you, and that it may prove useful and exciting to some of those dear little girls you are going to have photographed in naughty positions, a sailor hat and bright coloured ribbon of one of the Royal Yacht Clubs, and I felt almost ashamed of my own shabby dress and short skirts. I had been sitting on a rock, but rose to meet her, and she at once took my hand and kissed me, and then I saw that she was only an inch or two taller than myself. “Well, Phyllis,” she said, “I know all that happened yesterday, and I want you to be my friend, for my husband's pleasures are my own. But you are such a child, Phyllis, is it really possible that it is all true?”. Lady Norton's quiet voice and manner fascinated me. She was, as I have told you, very pretty, and there was a softness in her way of speaking, and just the slightest touch of sadness in her face, that made her irresistible to a girl like me. We were now sitting on the grass and she still held my hand, and I don't know how it was, whether it was her kindness and the sweetness of her face, or whether, it was the knowledge of my own naughtiness, but I burst into a fit of crying and putting my arms round her neck, laid my face wet with tears against her own. “Oh! forgive me, Lady Norton, forgive me,” I sobbed out. “There is nothing to forgive, darling,” she said, and as I got more composed she added, “Besides, Phyllis, I am not really Lady Norton yet, and I want to tell you why. Do you understand me dear?” I was quiet mow, and holding me closely in her arms, she told me the story of her life, which I will condense into very few words, or I shall weary you, Marie, with too long a letter. Lady Norton (for I will continue to use the name to which she afterwards had a right, and by which she was always known) told me that she was sole heiress to a large estate in the North adjoining that of Sir Harry, but being under twenty years of age, she would not obtain possession of it for more than another year. If she married against the will of her guardian before that time she would forfeit all rights to the property, and it would pass to a younger branch of her family, namely the branch to which her guardian himself belonged. Lady Norton's parents had died when she was only a child, and her home had afterwards been with her guardian, who took up his abode on her estate. There Sir Harry – who was also an orphan- was, though several years older than herself, her only playmate; and a close intimacy and strong attachment soon sprang up between them. Her guardian, seeing this, set himself to defeat their wishes, and as she was then thirteen years of age, he attempted to corrupt her in such a way that she would have no further love for Sir Harry, and with this object in view, he placed in her hand, books and photographs which would tend to arouse her passions. Then, very early in the morning, he would go into her bed-room, and professing to be cold and sleepless would get in beside her for warmth, but in reality to teach her how she might best accomplish acts of self-indulgence while he at the same time satisfied his own desires on her naked body.

Lady Norton told me that at this time, when she was only between thirteen and fourteen years of age, she was fully awakened to the sensations of love, and rather enjoyed than resented what her guardian did to her on these occasions.

Often when they were lying together half-naked he would show her pictures of men and girls which would tend most to arouse her desires, but although she allowed him to gratify his lust on almost every occasion, she always resisted actual seduction, for even when he was lying upon her, with her legs far apart, she would use her fingers so deftly that all danger was soon past. Having employed every act in her knowledge to exhaust her guardian's desires, -except the last resource a young girl uses on such occasions, namely her lips and mouth, and of this method she was innocent at the time, -and finding he was still determined to seduce her, she one day told him that unless he sent her to school at once, she would expose his actions, and prove them by shewing to the servants the wet marks he had left on her night-gown early that morning. The fact was that fearing he might do more, she had encouraged him to “spend” in whatever position they lay at the time of most danger to herself, and she had been more than once questioned by her maid concerning the stains on her night-dress, which for one reason or another, appeared near her breasts and neck, as well as on the lower part of her clothing, and sometimes on the sheets of the bed, though she was careful to prevent these by the use of her handkerchief when she could possibly do so.

Lady Norton's guardian was furious at the idea of losing one who had been such an apt pupil, and had with so much enjoyment placed her charms at his disposal, but seeing that resistance was useless, he finally agreed to her request and selected a school where the girls had considerable freedom, and were by report considered somewhat “fast” in their lives. I should have mentioned that Lady Norton's maiden name was Eva Hastings. It was at the end of the summer holidays, and she had just passed her fourteenth birthday, when she travelled to London and commenced her school-life in a large boarding house in St. John's Wood. Before leaving home she had a long interview with Sir Harry, and explained to him the reasons why she was going to school, without entering into such details of the intimacy which had existed between herself and her guardian as might prejudice him against her. At this meeting it was arranged between them that as soon as possible after her fifteenth birthday she should elope with him, and going abroad for a time, pass as his younger sister, which from age and personal appearance, she might easily do. Eva's first days at school were quite uneventful and the novelty of the new life made her for a time forget her passionate desires for love. It was not long, however, before she found out that her bed-fellow, a remarkably pretty young girl with whom she occupied a single room, was simply an impersonation of innocent beauty and knew nothing of the desires of her sex. On discovering this Eva's passions at once returned to fever-heat and by every art she could employ she sought to bring her little victim's passions to the level of her own. Of all the scenes of girlish love that passed between them, mistress and pupil as they really were, Lady Norton never told me, but I knew from after experience that a child-girl would be cold indeed who could long resist her naked embrace or the delicate touch of her fingers on the virgin parts. During these love scenes time passed quickly and summer came again, with the holidays, when Eva past her fifteenth birthday. Her guardian gave her no more trouble now, as his affections were effectually taken up with one of the youngest of maid servants whom he had contrived to seduce during the absence of her mistress, and Eva had ample opportunity to make arrangements with her lover, who was then about twenty-five years of age, for their elopement at the end of the holidays. Eva was to travel back to London alone, but Sir Harry met her at Preston, and instead of returning to school they went direct to Paris and occupied separate bed-rooms as Mr. and Miss Hastings, an English gentleman and his younger sister. Lady Norton told me that at this time she was to all appearance a fresh bright looking English girl of fifteen. She wore her golden hair falling over her shoulders, and her short skirts hardly reached below the rounded parts of her legs, and shewed just an inch or two of stocking above her boots. I have seen her photograph, and she must have been a lovely girl. It was very late when they arrived in Paris, and after a light supper they at once retired to their respective rooms. Eva was tired out with excitement and the long journey, and was no sooner in bed that she fell into a deep sleep.

As is the case in most French houses there was a door leading from one room to the other, and Sir Harry being restless for reasons it is not difficult to conceive, soon found that the door was not locked and a moment later he was standing by the bed where his child-love lay asleep. Eva had left the gas burning, and by its light, he could see her mass of golden hair falling over the pillow, and her girlish form outlined beneath the bed clothes. Hitherto his love had been very loyal and pure, but he knew what their elopement really meant in their mutual relationship, and the sight of her lying there aroused his love passion to the utmost. Very gently kissing her lips, he put his hand beneath the bedclothes till it touched her legs which were bent and away from one another. Very gently he passed his hand upwards till he felt a little tuft of soft and downy hair, and then knowing he had found the part he sought, let his fingers slip down between her thighs till they rested upon the virgin slit of the sleeping girl. In spite of all Eva's forced sensual intercourse with her guardian as a child, she had been always true in her love to Sir Harry, and this was the first time his hand had touched her naked limbs. Fearing lest he should disturb the first sleep of the tired child, whom he knew he would soon enjoy at the utmost, he quietly but reluctantly withdrew his hand, and lying down on his own bed, fell asleep. When he awoke the first beams of the rising sun were streaming through the window, and thinking of the lovely girl lying in the next room, his passionate desires to possess her young body became uncontrollable. Rising from his bed he crept quickly into her room. Eva still lay fast asleep, but during the night she had thrown the bed-clothes down. Her legs were wide apart, and her hands clasped behind her head, her night dress was drawn up above her knees, but still covered that part of her limbs which her lover most desired to know and love by heart. Sir Harry Norton had not been different as regards his connection with women than other men of his age, but he had never seduced a girl in his life, and as I have said so far as Eva was concerned he had hitherto restrained his passions. Now this was no longer possible, and although Eva lay quietly asleep and unconscious of all pertaining to the outer world, the hour in which she should give up her virginity had arrived. The front of her night dress was fastened along the deep line of frilling and this Harry gently undid as low as her waist and laying the sides back fully exposed her girlish breasts. His next action was to undress himself and when naked he raised the lower part of her night gown above her hips, and thus – as her legs lay wide apart – the very centre of her girlish charms was fully exposed to his view. Then he bent forward to kiss the little tuft of hair which failed to hide from his passionate gaze the V-shaped point where the rounded lips of her little cunt met and joined her body. But Eva's time had come. Harry quietly crept into the bed where she lay, and half-kneeling half-lying between her outstretched legs he grasped and held her firmly in his naked arms. It was then that Eva awoke. There is no doubt that young girls who have from childhood been accustomed to practice little acts of love upon themselves in private, and have as they passed into girlhood given full play and indulgence to hotter and fiercer passions, suffer much less pain during their seduction than those of a colder nature who are innocent of former pleasures, and who submit to give up their maidenheads perhaps for money or through force. To a fifteen year old schoolgirl, unacquainted with the art of satisfying the passions which naughty thoughts or books have aroused, the act of seduction causes the intensive pain; and it may be that her lover has to enter into her five or six times, and at each freely emit his fluid into her body, before she herself becomes capable of feeling the delight she creates in him, and rising to meet half way each thrust he gives, learns the most severe of all a young girl's pleasures in the convulsion of her first emission. Eva was not that sort of girl, as we have seen, and finding her lover bent on accomplishing his wishes, which was the climax of her own desires also, she gave him every help by bending her knees, and keeping her legs apart; and even with her hand she held the point of his prick where she knew it must force her maidenhead and enter her virgin slit. Then pain, bravely born, without a greater cry than “Oh! Harry, it hurts” and that only whispered, and then came to her that indescribable sensation when a young girl's vagina is for the first time distended by the fully grown organ of a man many years older than herself. Eva was now almost writhing with a pleasure the intensity of which she had never dreamt of before; then Harry pressed her closer and she could fed his prick was convulsively rising and falling as it moved, and she knew it was the end, and then it came, and as they exchanged their burning kisses, she could feel that her lover was pouring into her girlish and quivering body the very essence of his manhood. And thus ended Lady Norton's story with which her gentle voice and manner had fascinated me. Lying on the grass she had caressed me freely as she told the tale of her seduction, and at the most passionate parts her fingers found their way between my legs and this and her own sweetness made me love her even more, I think, than had she been a man. At last we got up and walked over to the Manor House to luncheon and I was glad Sir Harry had gone away as I wanted Lady Norton all to myself, and besides I am sure he would have noticed how flushed my cheeks were and have known what his wife had done to me to make them so. Now adieu, Marie, in my next letter, you shall hear more of my new friends.

Your loving friend, Phyllis.

LETTER NO. 4

from Phyllis to Marie in which Eva enjoys the charms of her little friend Phyllis My dear Marie, This letter is really a continuation of my last, so I will begin where it ended.

The old Manor House where the Nortons lived, and where Lady Norton was now taking me to luncheon first, and other pleasures I did not anticipate to follow, was one of the “show places” of the neighborhood and had always been in their family. Of the original building which dated back to the thirteenth century, only the “keep” remained with a part of the old moat; the rest belonged to the Tudor period and was surrounded by a park, large gardens and many green houses. Although the Nortons had estates in the North, this was their principal country seat, and I assure you that I was not a little proud at going there as a guest. It was half past one o'clock when we reached the house and Lady Norton took me through the hall which is flanked with suits of armour while the walls are covered with antique weapons, giving the place a very grand and ancient air.

We went straight to Lady Norton's dressing-room and there got ready for luncheon. As we entered the dining-room, I confess that the sight of an old butler and a footman in full livery made me rather nervous for I was unaccustomed to such state, but after they had handed us the first course and wine – which I refused – she dismissed them, and we then waited on ourselves, and this made me feel much more at home. Lady Norton insisted on my drinking a glass of Burgundy, and as she poured it out, she stroked my long hair and said, “Phyllis dear, I hope you will love me.” I hardly knew how to reply, but I did not hesitate to say: “I do love you very much, I cannot help it,” and I did love her, Marie, very much indeed. The fact of the matter was that Lady Norton had taken a great fancy to me for I suppose I had a pretty childish face – at least you have often said so – and had taken me home with her in order that we might gratify each others love. You know that I had often done this with young girls about my own age, but it was the first occasion on which I had had any sensual intercourse with a grown up woman, or in fact any girl who was not a virgin like myself. After luncheon, Lady Norton rang the bell and when the footman answered it, said: “Miss Norroy and I are going out this afternoon, and if there are any callers, I am not at home.” Then she took me upstairs to get my hat, and we went out of doors through the hall, but when out of sight of the house we again returned hidden by shrubs and trees, and, passing through a small conservatory, entered Lady Norton's boudoir. “We must not stay here,” she said, “for fear any of the servants come in. I have a great surprise for you, but do not talk just yet.” At one side of the room there was a large and beautifully carved oak cabinet or cupboard, and by touching a secret spring a small square door at the bottom opened.

Lady Norton told me to creep in and she followed, closing and fastening the door behind her, and as she struck a light, I could see that close to the oak paneling of the wall the cupboard was of sufficient height to afford standing-room. By means of another hidden spring she threw open a door in the wainscoting such as I have often heard are found in old Tudor Houses, and then led the way down a flight of stone steps till we must have been many feet below the surface of the ground. Lady Norton now said we might talk without any fear of discovery, and told me that the passage led to two 6r three secret rooms in the keep which were – with the access to them – only known to a few of their most intimate friends, and not to any of the servants. Passing through several old oak doors we ascended another stone stair, and entered one of the rooms which Lady Norton had mentioned. It was a charming place well lighted through small openings in the walls now containing glass which could not, however, be seen from the outside, and it was as warm as the rooms in the house itself, as larger windows in the adjoining ones admitted the summer air from the circular court-yard inside the keep. The walls were covered alternately with dark oak wainscoting and richly coloured curtains and in the centre of the room stood a kind of sofa, larger than any ordinary bed, one end of which was covered with cushions, and I noticed that the lower half of this great couch could be drawn away from the upper half, thus making it considerably shorter. Many dishes of flowers stood about on Eastern tables scenting the air with their fragrance. I was just awakening to the richness and luxury of my surroundings when Lady Norton, putting her arm round my shoulders, drew me down beside her on the edge of the sofa. For a minute or two, she did not speak and I could feel that she trembled a little, then said almost in a whisper: “Phyllis, will you spend the afternoon with me here alone?” “Willingly,” I replied. “It is the most beautiful room I was ever in.” “But, Phyllis, I want your child-love and to arouse and gratify your girlish desires. Mine as a woman are stronger than your own, but you can – if you will – satisfy them.” “Oh! yes, Lady Norton, I will love to do anything to you that gives you pleasure,” I replied. “I have only done such things with little girls before, but I long to have your love and to give you mine.” My blood was, I think, warmed by the Burgundy to which I was not accustomed. “You must call me Eva now,” she said, and then getting brush and comb she did my hair so as to make it look its best and fall softly about my face and shoulders. After this was done she took off her white yachting dress and, pressing me close to her, she kissed my lips saying, “Now Phyllis dear, let us begin.” Then Eva – for I will now give up calling her Lady Norton – laid me very comfortably on the divan or sofa, and placed cushions beneath my head and shoulders, and then with bare arms she began to undress me as I lay there on my back. Each touch sent a thrill of pleasure through my body, but at last her task was done and except for my black stockings (which were my thinnest and best) I lay quite naked. Then she kissed my little breasts and let her hand wander over my thighs and between my legs. “Oh, Eva,” I said, “won't you undress too?”

“Yes, dear, if you wish it,” and a minute later she was standing beside me, the nude figure of the most lovely woman I have ever seen.

She was, as I said, very slightly made and only an inch or two taller than myself. Her breasts were firm and rounded but still almost girl-like in shape, her thighs were not too broad, but her limbs were well developed and so little hair grew about her legs that I have often seen more on a maid of fourteen. You must remember, Marie, that Eva was the first naked woman I had ever seen and with childish interest, aided by a strong passion for her charms, I noted all these details of her figure at a glance. The delight of what followed, I can hardly tell you, but I must try. Eva took a long band of soft cloth with rings attached to the ends, which she put over hooks fixed to the wall on either side of the room. This when in place hung about eighteen inches above my knees as I lay. Then coming to me she lifted my legs so that they rested comfortably on the band, and drawing them wide apart tied them with handkerchiefs to their support in that position. Eva next wheeled the lower part of the sofa or divan away and as she had arranged my position so that my bottom was just resting on the edge of the upper half, and as my legs were fully supported I lay there with the greatest comfort, but of course with my parts very much exposed and in a most accessible position. Bringing a dish of water strongly scented with attar of roses she bathed between my legs and then kneeling down placed her mouth upon my slit, which she kissed again and again; soon her long and pointed tongue came from her mouth working its way between the lips of my little cunt and as it moved gave me the most intense pleasure. Then with her fingers she held my slit open and made her tongue and lips press far back against the entrance of my vagina. “Oh, Eva,” I said. “Let me do that to you.” She got up at once, flushed and happy at the pleasure she had produced in my childish parts, and replacing the lower half of the divan, she untied my legs and let them down again.

Having bathed herself as she had done me with the rose essence, Eva came beside me and took me in her arms. “Let me do the same to you,” I said, “Oh, do, Eva,” and then we lay on our sides, our faces between each other's legs and our arms clasped tightly round each others waists. When my mouth came to Eva's cunt I found it softer and larger than those of the little girls I had sucked before, but this only raised my feelings to a higher pitch of excitement, and knowing the exact place where Harry's prick had seduced her that morning in the Paris Hotel when she was only fifteen years old, I set my lips and tongue to play upon that part with all my force. Meanwhile she was giving me most exquisite pleasure. Soon I felt that my work was taking effect, for her cunt opened and closed about my mouth and my passionate desire for the final scene rose with hers. At this moment Eva reached out her arm and dipping a finger in some vaseline that stood on a little table near the sofa, she gently pressed it into that other entrance to my body which is common to both sexes. The sensation was a new and severe pleasure and made me love to feel from Eva's convulsive movements that the end had come; She was straining herself now to the utmost of her strength and I could feel her love-juice gently issue forth and wet my mouth as I sucked and sucked again, till she had given the last drops to her child-love. Ah!

Marie, how I loved her at that moment! For a minute or two we lay still and then got up, Eva giving me a delicious aromatic wash for my mouth, and after wrapping our naked bodies in soft flannel gowns, we sat down together and felt how naughty we had both been. Eva said that the knowledge that I was such a child, and all my hair falling about my face as it lay between her legs, had made her feel more strongly than she had ever done before in similar acts of love, and her only fear was that at the climax I might shrink from completing my work, bat as I told her she had raised my own passions to too high a pitch for me to think of anything but satisfying hers to the utmost of my power. After talking in this way for some time she brought out some wine which she insisted on my tasting as my nerves were a little shaken by what had passed. I always think that if a child is led to gratifying her sensual desires with a fully developed woman they are of a stronger and consequently of a more exhausting nature than occur between two little girls of the same age. After I had taken a sip or two of the wine, and I must say I felt better for it, Eva brought out a lot of photographs. They were large and very beautifully done and, being the first of the kind I had ever seen, interested and excited me very much. They represented love scenes of every description, but those shewing men enjoying the charms of pretty little girls of my own age, and even younger, attracted my attention the most; for the methods the little maids employed to arouse and often exhaust their lover's desires were to me all quite new, and a novel lesson, for I thought I understood so much. The way one little girl allowed her mouth to be used when she was lying passive, or employed it when she was doing the deed of love herself, was quite a new idea to me, and the pictures were large and clear enough to shew that on these occasions her hand usually rested between her lover's legs, and in many cases her middle finger was pressed into his body from behind. Eva told me that this method was the one most liked by men, and the finger in that position told the little girl when the climax had come, so that she might add force to her action and be ready to receive into her mouth that from which no girl should shrink at such a time. After this, we put aside our warm flannel gowns and lay together on the divan, Eva teaching me to employ many little devices, which it is not possible to use in gratifying the pleasures of a virgin. Then, as it was getting late in the afternoon, we dressed, and returning to the boudoir by the secret way we had come, we wandered out into the gardens and returned home by the drive and hall. We had tea together in the morning-room, and as the carriage was at the door waiting to take Eva for her usual afternoon drive, we both got in and she told the coachman to go to my aunt's house. “I shall see you safely home, Phyllis,” she said, “and take the opportunity of calling on your aunt, and making her acquaintance. I shall of course be very pleased to know her, and it may be useful as I shall often want to see you again at the Manor House.” When we arrived the door was open and we went straight to my aunt's drawing-room. She had seen us come and was not a little surprised and pleased at a visit from so grand a person as Lady Norton, and none the less at seeing that I was with her. Eva explained that knowing me so well by sight, and overtaking me on the road, she had given me a seat in her carriage, and wished to make it an excuse for the call. She charmed my aunt as she did every one whom she met and this made future intercourse between us an easy matter to arrange. That intercourse led in a few weeks time to my seduction, but I shall never blame Eva for that, as she advised me not to submit to the act at my age, and afterwards when I was so ill from its effects she shewed me the utmost kindness and made my secret her own.

Good-bye, Marie, I am your own, Phyllis,

LETTER NO. 5

IN WHICH PHYLLIS AND HELEN SEE A GIRL SEDUCED BY FORCE, AND OTHERWISE ENJOY THEMSELVES

My dear Marie, After the events described in my last letter I did not see Lady Norton for a week or more as she joined Sir Harry in London the next day. I expected to have a dull time during the absence of my friends, and but for one or two incidents it would no doubt have proved so, and although I did not myself partake directly in the pleasures of the principal scene if may be worthy of narrative as it opened up new ideas in my mind regarding the passions of the outside world.

During my visit to the sea side, I had made friends with a little girl about a year younger than myself, who, I am afraid, learnt more from me than her mother might have considered proper for a child to know. She was a pretty active little maid, nearly twelve years of age, with long brown hair and laughing eyes, and a sensitive little mouth that I found much satisfaction in kissing, for her lips were soft and sweet, and moist, and made me think of her other lips which I learnt to know were sweeter still. My little friend's name was Helen Fitzgerald, and as we had often bathed together at my quiet little creek, and then before dressing had played about the rocks and shallow pools in the sun, a very close intimacy sprang up between us, and our actions and conversation when alone together were of the freest kind.

In fact, Marie, when so inclined we often satisfied each others desires, and she being younger than myself I told her all I knew. Of course I did not mention my connection with the Nortons, but I told her all that had happened placing the scene far away at my own home.

One day a large excursion train came to our village containing Sunday-school children and teachers from London. Helen and I watched the crowd of men and women, young men and maidens, boys, girls and parsons issue from the station, and then taking our books we went off to the sand hills and rocks by the sea-shore to spend a quiet afternoon together. Whether it was the warmth of the summer day, or that we found our books rather uninteresting, I cannot say, but we soon resorted to another way of passing the time pleasantly with each other. First little Helen unbuttoned and took off my drawers, and then I did the same to her and what followed when we were thus half naked, I need not describe, but it was very sweet. After this she ran off, flushed and happy, to ramble about the rocks while I settled down to my book again. The Sunday-school children were all playing by the edge of the water far away, and I could hear their shouts of pleasure as they paddled in the sea, and enjoyed the cool salt water as only town-bred children can. Not far from where I was lying the land rose quickly from the shore forming cliffs in which were one or two large caves and these Helen and I had again and again explored, during our rambles. Now from one of the caves there was a bidden outlet near the entrance leading to the ground above. It was formed by a crack in the rocks through which in time of flood the water flowed, leaving the fissure partly filled with gravel and soil from the higher land, and it was not a difficult matter to ascend or descend to the cave by means of this natural passage; in fact we had often done so. Suddenly, while I was still reading, Helen ran up to me at full speed, crying in a half-whisper. “Oh Phyllis, Phyllis! There's a man and a girl coming over the rocks and he seems to be making love to her, and I am sure they are going to our cave.

Shall we go and see?” This was very sharp for a girl of eleven and did credit to my training! In an instant I sprang to my feet.

“Lie down,” she said, “or they will see you,” and immediately I was on my knees again, peering «w the edge of the cliff. There I saw coming over the rocks in the direction of our cave a young man dressed in boating costume with a white jersey and flannel trousers, and his coat hanging over his arm. Beside him walked a girl of seventeen or eighteen years of age, and apparently very pretty. He was evidently speaking very earnestly to her and as she hung her head I could not in my childish innocence think that the nature of his remarks related strictly to Sunday-school affairs. I recognized the girl as one of those who from her pretty face and figure had attracted my attention on leaving the station and at once guessed – as Helen had done – that some love scene was about to take place in the solitude of the cave which neither of us would like to miss seeing. No time however, was to be lost, so setting off at a run we gained the entrance which I have described, then quickly climbing down – for we knew every foothold in the rocks – we were soon hidden behind a large piece of stone which almost entirely blocked the entrance of the passage but did not prevent our having a complete view of the interior of the cave. Soon we heard voices approaching and I cautioned Helen not to move or say a word, whatever might happen, but secure as we were from being discovered, I felt my heart beating with excitement. Then the voices ceased, and we could only hear footsteps as they neared the mouth of the cave. When just within the entrance where we could see them the girl stopped and said: “Let us stand here, I am going no further,” and then added, “What is it that you have to say, Charlie, that requires us to come to such a place as this?” I now had a better opportunity of seeing her and she was certainly very pretty and fresh and young, her slim figure making her look taller than she really was; she wore a white straw sailorhat with a ribbon to match the colour of her tie and skirt, the latter being of a soft grey cloth beautifully cut and fitting closely round her hips and falling very straight in front to within an inch or two of the ground, so that when she walked or faced the wind the outline of every curve of her beautiful figure could be seen. She wore no jacket, but a white cotton blouse with a man's starched collar and, as I have said, a grey tie in a sailor's knot the ends of which were fastened by a gold broach just above the large silver buckle of her belt.

Charlie, as the girl had called him, was decidedly good-looking, with a large fair moustache and curly hair, and would be about twenty-three or twenty-four years old. “Cannot you guess, Ethel?” he said at last. “I have told you how I love you and I want you to come inside the cave where nobody can see us, and then I shall try and show you what love really is.” Then taking her in his arms he kissed her passionately on the lips. Ethel struggled but he held her tight with his left arm while with his right hand he felt her hips and thighs through her tight fitting dress. “You have brought me here to insult me,” she cried indignantly. “Oh let me go! Let me go, Charlie, and I will try to forget this awful scene, and forgive you!”

“Ethel, my darling,” her lover said in a broken voice, “I have gone too far to draw back now. Before we leave this cave I shall, either by force or with your consent, enjoy all the pleasures that your body possesses. I am going to seduce you Ethel, for I love you.

Oh, do give yourself up to that pleasure and do not resist me, darling.” Then Ethel raised her voice and cried. “Help! Help!” but not before Charlie had gently put his lips to hers, and thus prevented her voice reaching any great distance. Ethel was terribly distressed now, and her lover hastened to bring the scene to a close. Half-dragging, half-carrying her to a bed of sand close to the place where Helen and I were hidden, he forced her as gently as possible to the ground, and as she still struggled to keep on her feet he was at a favourable moment able to get his knees between hers, and at the same time pull her dress and petticoats up in front with his right hand, and as she had not any drawers on, or other covering except her black stockings, we saw the full extent of her rounded legs. This happened just as she lost her balance and sank backwards onto the sand. It was not a difficult matter for a man of Charlie's strength to hold so slight a girl with his left arm as he knelt between her knees, so his right hand remained free to unfasten and pull down his own trousers, after he had first raised Ethel's skirt and petticoats as high as her corset would allow them to go. Then in spite of all her struggles, her cries for help, and protestations, his hand sought out and gently caressed her softest and sweetest charms.

Lying as they did, within two or three yards of where Helen and I sat watching, we could see with the greatest clearness all the parts of their bodies which the disarrangement of their clothes had left naked, and directly Charlie's prick, which was very long and stiff, touched her thighs. Ethel renewed her struggles planting her feet in the sand and trying to push herself away. This necessitated the bending of her knees, and the wider separation of her legs, and she thus innocently placed herself in a position so favourable for the accomplishment of her lover's plans that he could not and did not fail to see the advantage he had gained by her involuntary movement.

Placing the point of his prick against the lower part of her slit, he pressed it in, and Ethel giving one or two cries from the pain she suffered by the action of her lover, then lay quite still. I think she fainted, and for a few seconds at any rate, remained unconscious; however this might be, I could see Charlie's member gradually forcing its way into her, till only about two inches of it remained outside. When Ethel opened her eyes, Charlie had both his arms round her, and at once began a backward and forward movement which was evidently painful at first, but eventually gave her intense pleasure. She no longer resisted his embrace, and repaid his burning kisses with her own. But the end came very soon, and when further movement ceased, Ethel with a little cry of pleasure threw her arms about her lover's neck. I knew that she was then receiving that which he most desired to give her. A minute later she awoke as from a trance of pleasure and said: “Now, Charlie, you go outside at once and don't come back till I call you,” and then she added, “I am ashamed of you, and of myself. Go away at once, but don't go too far.”

When he had gone, Ethel gently bathed herself in a little stream of clear spring water which ran through the cave, and after arranging her dress and hair, as best she might, sat down to rest and think awhile. I do not know, of course, what her thoughts were, but her face, though rather sad, had a very happy expression. Then she got up and went to the mouth of the cave, and a moment later Charlie followed her in. He seemed ashamed and depressed, and as Ethel sat down again, he knelt at her feet, and taking both her hands in his, said: “My darling, can you ever forgive me? I could not help it Ethel, and I do love you so; Ethel, my own Ethel, will you not love me and be my wife?” “Now, Charlie,” Ethel began, “I am very cross with you, and I would have done anything to prevent your doing what you have done today, but it may have been partly my own fault for flirting with you so much and yet putting you off so long. But Charlie I have really and most truly loved you from the first.” After this there was much talk of future happiness, and Charlie said he would speak to her father at once regarding their marriage; he then got up as if to go. Ethel, after a moment's delay, stood beside him and putting her arms about his neck, said: “Are you sure that you are satisfied, dear. I am afraid I was not loving enough, but it hurt so much at first, and… and… it seemed to take so short a time.”

He knew her meaning at once, and held her in his arms again, but this time as she lay upon the sand he took off her skirt and petticoats, and after unfastening her blouse and corset enjoyed her lovely figure to the utmost of his desire. This scene of love took much longer to complete than the first, but it did not seem too long to Ethel, who at short intervals lay alternately passive, or convulsed with pleasure. At last the end had come, and Ethel dressed herself again, and they soon left the cave little thinking of the love-lesson they had given to two excited little maidens behind the rock close by. When they had fairly gone Helen sprang up the passage like a little imp saying: “Come on Phyllis, let us see where they go!” Following her as fast as possible we were soon on the surface of the ground and running at full speed to the sand hills where I had left my book. From there we saw the lovers come round the point of the cliffs, walking towards the children on the shore, and as we thought consciously keeping unnecessarily far away from one another. And now, my dear Marie, this letter has been long enough, and what followed must therefore be devoted to my next.

Ever your own, Phyllis. Should a maid resist caressing, Shame and modesty professing, Don't be touched by any feeling of remorse; Tie her firmly to your bed, And destroy her maidenhead. For its nice to fuck a pretty girl by force. Never mind her cries distressing, But proceed with her undressing Till she lies a naked victim in your arms.

Get betwixt her girlish thighs, And with kisses stop her cries While your cock gives out its essence in her charms.

LETTER NO. 6

IN WHICH PHYLLIS AND HER LITTLE FRIEND MADE THE ACQUAINTANCE OF A STRANGE GENTLEMAN

I must confess, my dear Marie, that both Helen and I were worked up to a considerable pitch of excitement by the scene narrated in my last letter, and we agreed to follow the lovers and by mixing with the Sunday-school children try to find out who they were without risk of detection.

I was to keep near to Ethel while Helen followed Charlie, and we arranged to meet afterwards at my bathing creek and report to each other the result of our investigations. As innocently as two lambs we walked down to the shore, and as the lovers had now gone off in different directions I had no difficulty among so many other children in keeping near to Ethel, and in noticing again her grace and beauty, and that everyone spoke to her with a degree of respect that shewed her position was above that of the majority of those present.

Soon she came to where a very stately lady was sitting in a folding chair, and going straight up to her, said: “Mamma, I want to tell you something.” “Well dear,” her mother answered, “what is it. You and Charlie seem to have had quite a long walk together.”

“We have, Mamma, and he has asked me to be his wife.” “Oh Ethel, I am so glad! Did you accept him dear?” “Yes, Mamma. I am afraid that I did.” “Afraid, my love? Why, you could not have done better if you love him. He has been very fond of yon for a long time, as every one could see but yourself. He is a thoroughly good fellow, and the Earl, seeing how things were going, has told me that he will make no objection to his son marrying you. Besides this, Ethel, Charlie is a rich man now, and will, as the second son, inherit all his mother's estates.” Then for a time I was prevented from hearing any more of the conversation. So I began to play with some of the children, and when a favourable opportunity arrived, I pointed Ethel out to one of the little girls and asked who she was. “Oh don't you know that?” was the reply to my question. “Why, she's the daughter of the bishop.” So it was an Earl's son and a Bishop's daughter who had been tasting the first pleasures of each other's love in the recesses of my cave! Ah! Marie, it is a naughty world!

Having learnt this much I wandered away to where Ethel was standing, and soon a very pretty girl of fifteen or sixteen, who I could see at a glance was her younger sister, ran up to her and said: “Why Ethel, where in the world have you and Charlie been all this time? And you somehow look a little different, and see, Ethel, that middle button of your blouse is not fastened.” Ethel blushed and at once fastened the button and then said: “Well, Hilda, I suppose those sharp eyes of yours will find out anything. Charlie has asked me to be his wife.” “And what then?” said Hilda, as Ethel paused.