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S.S. Scotia, Oct. 19, 19—.
. . . This is a line to send off with the pilot. There is nothing to say except "Good-bye" again.
We have had luncheon, and I have been poking things out of my cabin trunk, and furtively surveying one—there are two, but the other seems to be lost at present—of my cabin companions. She has fair hair and a blue motor-veil, and looks quiet and subdued, but then, I dare say, so do I.
I hope you are thinking of your friend going down to the sea in a ship.
I feel, somehow, very small and lonely.
Olivia.
S.S. Scotia, Oct. 21.
(In pencil.)
. . . Whatever you do, whatever folly you commit, never, never be tempted to take a sea voyage. It is quite the nastiest thing you can take—I have had three days of it now, so I know.
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