In her impulsive generosity she saw herself as the earthly providence of her cousin, sharing with a dear kinswoman her own unjustly plentiful well-being.
Then she took up the letter again.

It ran thus: "My dear Diana,--You mustn't think it cheeky my calling you that, but I am your real cousin, and mother told me to write to you.

I hope too you won't be ashamed of us though we are poor.

Everybody knows us in Barbadoes, though of course that's not London.

I am the eldest of the family, and I got very tired of living all in a pie, and so I've come home to England to better myself .-- A year ago I was engaged to be married, but the young man behaved badly.