"Wasn't it awful nice?" Well I should say that it was; the little heaven I had created had all been knocked into a cocked hat by the one she had created for me. I smile when I think of my innocence — smile when I reflect what a public benefactor I was at that tender age.
The next morning, after a kiss, a look at the pretty bosom and white bare arms, I received my instructions as to how I should act; and putting on my clothes went down stairs, kicking gently for having to sleep across the bed.
She was a lady of culture and refinement; saw things to be done, and did them with a will; could prepare the choicest of pastries, and, by her winning way, was soon a welcome guest at our cottage on the beach. But who dreamed of the bond — those most intimate of relations — that had so suddenly been established between us?
Breakfast over (at which she was asked the usual questions as to how she had rested, and if I had made her any trouble, etc., all which received the proper replies), I took her out in my boat in the cool of the morning for a ride; and more than once I caught sight of her pretty legs peeping out from under her snowy drapery, that had suddenly grown to have significance with me. She sang to me out on the water, while I rowed and watched what little of her limbs were in sight. But I had a strange desire for one of my age, to see more, and as I said "Mrs. B-, you have such pretty legs, would you let me see them higher up?" she said, "Why certainly, my little man, I will do anything for you," and reaching down, she gathered her dress, skirts and ruffles and held them clear up over her face.