Dear Erm ie,
I have something wonderful to tell you! I am writing this in the Indian gentleman’s house. His name is Mr Carrisford, and he was my father’s friend in India. And, Erm ie, there WERE diamonds in the mines—thousands of them—but they only found them after my father died.
Mr Carrisford was ill with a fever too, and when he got better, he came to England to look for me. But he couldn’t find me because he didn’t know my name. And all the time, Erm ie, I was a servant in the house next door! Half of the diamonds are mine now, Mr Carrisford says. But the nicest thing is this, Erm ie. Mr Carrisford is a very kind man, and he wants to take care of me. So I’m going to live with him and have a home again. You must come and visit me often.
Your best friend, Sara