You remember that guinea-pig experiment I want so to try ?" Diantha remembered and smiled sadly.

She was not much interested in guinea-pigs and their potential capacities, but she was interested in her lover and his happiness.

"Ranch," she said thoughtfully; "that's not a bad idea." Her mother wrote the same patient loving letters, perfunctorily hopeful.
Her father wrote none--"A woman's business--this letter-writin'," he always held; and George, after one scornful upbraiding, had "washed his hands of her" with some sense of relief.

He didn't like to write letters either.
But Susie kept up a lively correspondence.

She was attached to her sister, as to all her immediate relatives and surroundings; and while she utterly disapproved of Diantha's undertaking, a sense of sisterly duty, to say nothing of affection, prompted her to many letters.