#261884 - He had his fifteenth birthday and started work, I my thirteenth passed and still would not let any man get at me, although uncle Peter tried hard to get me on my own and Uncle Bert kept sending word with my brother that I ought to sneak a visit to him Ron on the other hand did not make one advance towards me even though I saw him often. I was protesting as he lead me past an old grass cutting machine and when he removed a loose panel of planks was sobbing with fright and quickly played my last ace by telling him that my brother would be mad to know I had been spying on him. I sat on a bench near to the gap that led to the shed and had a quiet chuckle to myself while going over what had happened on my one and only visit.