Last night we had a long, quiet chat as to Phillip's future and as to Sylvia's. We are decided on a boldness, and I trust it will come off. Oh dear, another brand new phrase-but I am full of them today.

Sylvia's Day-Book

I feel so happy that my aunts are here! Mama has written me-says all is well, and that I must go at Christmas, or before. Aunt Muriel kissed me in the stable after lunch.

'Your pony has a big thing-look!', she said. I did, and it was awfully long. She said a naughty thing to me. I did not hear it really, for she kissed my mouth when speaking and she-well-she felt my titties, said they much had grown. Aunty Jane came in and kissed me, too. They both said I'm a good girl now to leave my knickers off. Aunty Muriel felt my bottom. She asked me if it made me feel nice with my legs astride the saddle, and I told her yes, because it does. It rubs me when I have my skirt up, but I didn't say. They both kissed me again and said my lips are sweet. I tried to count the curls around my thing last night. I counted up to nearly forty, but there are too many now.

Phillip's Day-Book

Muriel asked me after dinner whether I am 'moral' in my tales. I answered her abruptly. Sylvia was there.

'Do not be too much so, Phillip', she replied, and winked at me as a loose woman might.

'We had best talk about that in my study', I declared, having nothing else to say upon the subject before Sylvia.

'Yes, we would both like that', said Jane. I thought them serious and so acceded to her wish. They read part of my manuscript, and Muriel had the effrontery to say that it was 'stuffy'. I hated her for that and always will. A childishness in me, perhaps, but I cannot help the quick reactions that my sisters both arouse in me.