I don't care now for going out upon the rocks.

I don't care even for the birds as you are not here to watch them with me.

I sit with the skin of the seal you gave me behind my head, and I pretend to sleep.

But though I am quite still for hours I am not asleep, but thinking always of you.
We have neither seen or heard anything more of my father, and Father Marty says that you have managed about that very generously.

You are always generous and good.