Edwards be
forbidden to interfere. Also I complained that the inside of
the cabins was not comfortable; that they were bare and empty.
I pleaded for a little bettering of them. It was not a long
letter that I wrote. My sorrow I could not tell, and my love
and my longing were equally beyond the region of words. I
fancy it would have I been thought by Miss Pinshon a very cold
little epistle; but Miss Pinshon did not see it. I wrote it
with weak trembling fingers, and closed it and sealed it and
sent it myself. Then I sank into a helpless, careless,
listless state of body and mind, which was very bad for me;
and there was no physician who could minister to me. I went
wandering about, mostly out of doors, alone with myself and my
sorrow. When I seemed a little stronger than usual, Miss
Pinshon tried the multiplication table; and I tried; but the
spring of my mind was for the time broken. All such trials
came to an end in such weakness and weariness, that my
governess herself was fain to take the book from my hands and
send me out into the sunshine again.
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