She was evidently asleep, and imagined someone else was with her.
Ethel, hardly knowing what she was about, commenced to rub the little lump, and was surprised still more to find that Minette moved uneasily, opening and shutting her legs, till at last she heard a profound sigh, and Minette lay motionless.
Ethel felt a strange throbbing, and her finger was immediately wetted with a warm gush of thick creamy glutinous something which was emitted from the cunt of her bedfellow.
This so affected her that she withdrew her finger, and lay apart from her companion again.
Presently the sleeper awoke, and they dressed, Minette again insisting on various squeezings and fondlings, which now produced on Ethel a most strange effect, perfectly incomprehensible to her, whilst Minette seemed also intensely excited.
However, they descended to breakfast without any further adventure, except that another pupil, Mademoiselle Rosalie, a frolicsome blonde, handed Ethel on the sly a piece of poetry in English, which she pretended she could not read herself but which might perhaps interest "la belle Anglaise."
Ethel put the printed slip away in her bosom, and afterwards read at her leisure as follows, a very comical parody:
PITY THE SORROWS
(Parody on Pratt's "Pity the Sorrows of a Poor Old Man," Annual
Register 1770, page 222)
Pity the sorrows of a fat young wife,
Whose youth and vigour make her pine the more!
Whose bounding pulse with hot desire is rife,
O give relief, and heaven shall bless your store!