Gods! What a picture — the tight-fitting stockings, the blue garters above her knees, and the white bare thighs! Then the skirts went down again; but the picture was left in my mind.

In the afternoon we strolled out in the woods and sat in the same place of the day before, when she sang to me and told me stories. She was silent for awhile, and then turning to me she said: "My little man — for you are a man — what we did last night is what those do who get married.

My husband is sick, and for nearly a year he has been gone for his health; and for months I have been almost dying for the pleasure your little hips and your little body gave me last night," and drawing me to her, she kissed me rapidly. I felt very proud of myself after what she said, and immediately asked her if I might do it again when she came to bed; and with a smile she kissed me and said she "would see about it."

She knew the power her beautiful legs had wrought upon me, and on the way back revealed them with every opportunity; and when I asked her if I might put my hand on that little beauty spot, she said "yes, but be quick," and I was; but I did and she liked it as well as I; and reaching down and putting my hand up under her rattling skirts to the mossy charm created the same intense thrill that has characterized the same attempt in all my later years.

Before we reached the cottage, she charged me to be sure and eat a hearty supper, and to always eat plenty of meat and eggs and to drink milk.

Ah! How well I know now why she was so careful in looking after my diet. Meat, eggs and milk! oh, yes, I think I have followed those instructions every day from that time — from then until now, thirty long years with their lights and shades.