I am so tired. I am sitting at the window at home, thinking. Soon I am going away. I am going to leave my home, and I shall marry Frank. He is kind, manly, open-hearted and he likes music. He calls me Poppens and he likes me. We are going by the night-boat to Liverpool. There we must wait for another ship for Buenos Ayres. Frank has a home there waiting for me, he says.
My father says never to trust a sailor. I have heard about another Dublin girl who went to Liverpool with her boyfriend. When he had got what he wanted from her, she was left to make a living on the streets. She can never return to Dublin.
My father has started threatening me. I must escape. Frank will save me. I have a right to happiness! But I have to leave the two children I promised mother that I would look after. What will happen to them?
The boat is massive, black. It is cold. I am feeling sick. I cannot breathe. I am choking! It feels like I am drowning! Please, God, give me a sign! Show me what to do! I cannot decide on my own! No! No! It is impossible!
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