"You're right," she said in a choked voice. "You're right. He was always - so - happy!" This recollection brought fresh tears to her eyes, but now someone was looking at her, she had already started to feel a little soothed. After just a couple of minutes of crying she was able to compose herself slightly, with a big sniff and a determined wipe of her face.
"You're very kind," she said. "But you see, I am unloved. At least here. My fiance - I have not heard from him for so long! And Buddy - is gone! And even Emily is not in our room and I don't know where she is!" This last word was delivered in something more approaching a whine than a sob. "But you're right. I will write him a letter. I will write to him and maybe his letters will get back to me. They are taking my Kermy's letters, you know. They must be. I have not heard from him since I got here. Or perhaps he cannot find me." More tears came. It seemed that every time she came close to being cheered up, some new sorrow would present itself to her mind. She felt wretched. This was a horrible place, and without Buddy it was even worse.