3 January

Peter at last! Uncle Jack away for a few days and Miss Prism in bed with a slight ache or a bit of an ague, I can't remember which. We met at the barn and he warmed me in the hay. I have never been held by a real *man* before, I mean, someone who is not my grandfather (may he rest in peace) and dear Uncle Jack. My heart beat *****so***** fast (!) and I felt the oddest of sensations all through my body. At first I thought I might have been coming down with Miss Prism's ailment. I am beginning to understand why she has warned me against seeing him. I am afraid I have been very wicked indeed!