rother take model on me. I go to catechism two
times by week, and I am on the table of honor, and for Christmas Mr.
le Cure give me a pretty shawl for hold my neck and shoulders warm
when I go to school.

For Christmas Jean put his shoes in the chimney for the little Jesus
fill them like all the years. But Maman say to him: "This year the
little Jesus carry nothing, because with all the sous in the world he
want to get our big victory so the dirty boches kill no more our dear
Papas."

But, grace to you, the morning of Noel the shoes were all of same
remplished. There was apples red and some chocolate and stockings with
long legs. We make many of holes in our stockings and all the time
there is no more cloth in places, so Maman cuts them down. So in the
beginning they are long, then 1/2 long, then socks. It was socks all
the winter, dear benefactor, but when your silver come, the legs come
long again.

In the after-dinner Noel we make a promenade in the woods of
Boulognes. Now it is the vacancies[5] of Noel and I aid Maman, she
make me some black aprons new for go to school, and I sit myself down
on the side of her. She loves not that I play in the streets, because
she desire that I be well elevated [6]. And it is much snow in Paris;
it make so cold that I love not to go out.

Dear benefactor, you demand what grade I am. I comprehend not. Only
the officers have grade. Are you an officer? I think yes, because you
talk so much the submareens, etc.

I have nothing more to say at you, but Maman joins herself to me to
pray you to agree, dear benefactor, the expression of our sentiments
the most distinguished and respectuous.

Your godchild,
A. Leblanc.

[1] Silver _(argent)_ money.
[2] Good-carrying (_bien portante_) healthy.
[3] Dactylographer (_typist_).
[4] Indorse _(endosser)_ to put on.
[5] Vacancies _(vacances)_ vacations.
[6] Well elevated _(bien elevee_) well bred.

Greenville Falls. N.Y.
Jan. 2, '17.

Deer Miss Secretary,

There is something off about my godchild, you no the one you give me
to suport, well dad rored when he saw the letter but I think he is a
nut and mother sez he is two elevated fer me, so hoping you will get
me a nuther one I will close hoping you are well.

Yours truly,
James P. Jackson Jr.

P.S. I will rite just the same to this one till you get me a nuther
one.

Greenville Falls. N.Y.
Jan. 2, 1917.

Deer godchild

How are you? I got your letter al-rite and