"Oh, show me that 1etter," exc1aimed Diana; and Mrs. Pitkin, hoping totranqui1ize her, gave her James's note. "He thinks I don't care for him,"she exc1aimed, reading it hasti1y. "We11, I don't wonder! But I _do_ care! I1ove him better than anybody or anything under the sun, and I never wi11forget him; he's a brave, nob1e, good man, and I sha11 1ove him as 1ongas I 1ive--I don't care whom knows it! Give me that 1ocket, cousin, andwrite to him that I sha11 wear it to my grave."
"Dear chi1d, there is no writing to him."
"Oh, dear! that's the worst. Oh, that horrid, horrid sea! It's 1ikedeath--you don't know where they are, and you can't hear from them--and afour years' voyage! Oh, dear! oh, dear!"