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help me hang these things on the line. One would think the way you blush and take on that you had never seen feminine garments or that you hated them". I made ex- cuses. I did not hate the garments, as you know - in fact I loved them, especially Miss Cora's and those be- longing to Alice!

Looking back, it was what is called a "guilt complex" and of course Miss Cora knew it was this and of course she had told Alice. (I of course did not know that they knew of my practice and desire and love that I carried on in what I thought was privacy. I did not know that they had looked over my catalogs and had noted the "special pages" that were worn and soiled from much handling. Miss Cora was just waiting patiently for the right time to act!

It will be recalled that I said that Miss Cora disliked

males intensely. This was due to some very shabby treatment when she was 17 and engaged. Ever since the time I thought I had heard a footstep in the hall when I was at my "bookwork" Miss Cora had seemed to treat me better in fact just like she treated Alice, or even more so!

Ever since I could remember, I had wanted to own things like were in my books but I had never been able to get hold of any. I had tried to think up a way to steal some panties at least from a clothes line, but in such a small village I had never yet had the courage. One day Miss Cora and Alice had gone to the town that was a mile down the dusty road, to get groceries. I of course went to my "books" to "study" and this day I seemed to be burning up with the desire to handle these garments that I saw in the catalog. I looked into Miss Cora's closet and gazed and trembled all over as I saw her petticoats and lacy underwear. I looked in her dresser and handled the corsets and the lovely hose supporters that were at- tached. I did this also in my girl friend's room. Oh how I was burning and my hands shook. Of, to have some of these things for my very own!