Where are we going?
Oh, very far! We are going to my Uncle Bryan--Bryan Llyn, in Virginia.
A letter has come from him urging us to make our home with him.

You see, my friend-- Then followed the story which Bryan Llyn had told her mother and herself, and she wrote of her mother's decision to go out to the new, great home which her uncle had made among the cotton-fields of the South.

When she had finished that part of the tale, she went on as follows: We shall know your fate only through the letters that will follow us, but I will not believe in your bad luck.

Listen to me--why don't you come to America also?
Oh, think it over! Don't believe the worst will come.

When they release you from prison, innocent and acquitted, cross the ocean and set up your tent under the Stars and Stripes.