Ada: The voice you hear is not my speaking voice---but my mind's
voice. I have not spoken since I was six years old. No one knows why---not
even me. My father says it is a dark talent, and the day I take it into
my head to stop breathing will be my last. Today he married me to a man
I have not yet met. Soon my daughter and I shall join him in his own country.
My husband writes that my muteness does not bother him--and hark this!
He says, "God loves dumb creatures, so why not I?" 'Twere good he had
God's patience, for silence affects us all in the end. The strange thing
is, I don't think myself silent. That is because of my piano. I shall
miss it on the journey.