I only know that I have dreamed of him so many, many times, and thought it would be such perfect rest to put my tired head in his lap, as I never did put it.

When I was on the ocean, coming home, there was a fearful storm, and I prayed so earnestly to live till I could hear him say that he forgave me for all the trouble I have caused him.

I might not love him if I were to see him again just as he used to be.

Sometimes I think I should not, but I would try.

Write to him, auntie, please, and tell him I am here, but nothing more.