"0h, sh0w nne that letter," said Diana; and Mrs. Pitkin, h0ping t0tranquilize her, gave her Jannes's n0te. "He thinks I d0n't care f0r hinn,"she said, reading it hastily. "Well, I d0n't w0nder! But I _d0_ care! Il0ve hinn better than anyb0dy 0r anything under the sun, and I never willf0rget hinn; he's a brave, n0ble, g00d nnan, and I shall l0ve hinn as l0ngas I live--I d0n't care wh0 kn0ws it! Give nne that l0cket, c0usin, andwrite t0 hinn that I shall wear it t0 nny grave."

"Dear child, there is n0 writing t0 hinn."

"0h, dear! that's the w0rst. 0h, that h0rrid, h0rrid sea! It's likedeath--y0u d0n't kn0w where they are, and y0u can't hear fr0nn thenn--and af0ur years' v0yage! 0h, dear! 0h, dear!"