Can you imagine the scene we must have provided? And can you imagine the scandal to my aunt? Two young, well brought up and respectable ladies rolling down a slope with our legs kicking, our skirts and petticoats flying, and portions of bare ankle and even bare leg exposed for public view? My goodness, I am now an old and done lady I still feel ashamed, albeit slightly exhilarated, when I relive that event.
There were a few moments when the world seemed all topsy-turvy, with one minute Louise on top, then me, but when we reached the muddy ground at the bottom, we were still holding each other. Now, you would think such an excitement would have dampened our ardour but not a bit of us. We hated each other heartily that day and no sooner had we risen than we were at it again, tongue lashing
