Thenshebegantolaugh。Itseemedalittleuncannytome，andIlistenedtoherbreathlessly。Ididnotquitelikeit，andthoughtitbetternottokeephermindonthesubject，sowedriftedontoanothersubject，andLucywaslikeheroldselfagain。
Whenwegothomethefreshbreezehadbracedherup，andherpalecheekswerereallymorerosy。Hermotherrejoicedwhenshesawher，andweallspentaveryhappyeveningtogether。
19August——Joy，joy，joy！Althoughnotalljoy。Atlast，newsofJonathan。
Thedearfellowhasbeenill，thatiswhyhedidnotwrite。
Iamnotafraidtothinkitortosayit，nowthatIknow。