A General Cry Of "what

I Work Late At Night. I'm Awake And Nobody Bothers Me. It's Quiet And Things Come And Talk To Me In The Silence.

Sassenach, I've Been Stabbed, Bitten, Slapped, And Whipped Since Supper - Which I Didna Get To Finish. I Dinna Like To Scare Children An I Dinna Like To Flog Men, And I've Had To Do Both. I've Two Hundred English Camped Three Miles Away, And No Idea What To Do About Them. I'm Tired, I'm Hungry, And I'm Sore. If You've Anything Like Womanly Sympathy About Ye, I Could Use A Bit!

I Have No Objection To Well-written Romance, But I'd Read Enough Of It To Know That That's Not What I Had Written. I Also Knew That If It Was Sold As Romance I'd Never Be Reviewed By The 'new York Times' Or Any Other Literarily Respectable Newspaper - Which Is Basically True, Although The 'washington Post' Did Get Round To Me Eventually.

When The Day Shall Come That We Do Part," He Said Softly, And Turned To Look At Me, "if My Last Words Are Not 'i Love You'-ye'll Ken It Was Because I Didna Have Time.

Time Does Not Really Exist For Mothers, With Regard To Their Children. It Does Not Matter Greatly How Old The Child Is-in The Blink Of An Eye, A Mother Can See The Child Again As They Were When They Were Born, When They Learned How To Walk, As They Were At Any Age-at Any Time, Even When The Child Is Fully Grown Or A Parent Themselves.