16/28 "There are leeches in it--nasty, black worms--and one of them bit my hand once. And they told me that if a person should be drowned in Diamond Lake the leeches would--oo!--take all their blood, and their faces would be white, and not black like other drowned people's faces. Oh! I can't bear to think about poor Smith. If I could only write him a note, and tell him I love him just a little! But I told Albert I wouldn't see him nor write to him. What shall I do? |