We sneaked into a bed room of one of them one day, and gravely looked into the pot to see what piddle was in it. The dread of being told about, and dread at what I had done, kept me awake. xxx18 Whether we expected to find anything different from what there was in our own chamber pot, I do not know. “Yes, you are coloring up, now tell me.” “Nothing. Some years afterwards when I got the smell of another woman’s cunt on my fingers, it at once reminded me of the smell I had under my nose in the bed; and I knew at a flash, that I had smelt cunt before, and recollected where, but no more. Why did they squat instead of stand up, like men, my curiosity became intense.
