"You don't know what it's like for a woman, Nat," Mary went on. "You say good-by to your man. His ship stands out from Salem Harbor. Then the months pass-sometimes the years-with no word from him."
"They'll be coming back; just wait and see."
"I do wait," Mary told him. "I spend most of my life waiting."
Nat could not think of an answer to that.
-Carry On, Mr. Bowditch, Jean Lee Latham
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I LOVE Caryy On, Mr. Bowditch, it made me cry like a baby. :)
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