hem all
in bed, but it was a buly fite. I feel auful queer so guess I will
close hoping you are better than I feel

Your affeckshunate godfather,
James P. Jackson Jr.

P.S. Do you like rabit? I hate it!

P.S. Dont ferget to tell that Yanket woman to put what I told you in
her pipe and smoke it.

18 rue d'Autancourt,
Paris,
18 Feb. 1917.

Dear Godfather:

How are you? I hope you are no more fatigued. Very sure I will send
you the kiss cut out as you say if you prefer. And also I will shake
your hand. I will do all things American and all things that make you
pleasure. But, dear godfather, you demand that I tell to Madame Yanket
to smoke the pipe and I like not to say that because she is one very
great lady, very genteel. But Maman say that is only a fashion of talk
American and I must not make attention to it.

Yes, dear godfather, I like rabbit. When we live in the country we
have two, one white and one black, and at the end of time we have 26!
But not Welsh rabbits; French. They make not sick like yours.

Dear benefactor, I will write you not very long this day, for my great
brother Jules come tonight on permission of four days, and I am much
occupied to aid Maman arrange all things clean and pretty. I will
relate on him in my letter of the week next.

I squeeze your hand, and envoy to you the kiss cut out with my heart.

Your godchild.
A. Leblanc.

Greenville Falls. N.Y.
Feb, 5, 1917.

Deer godchild

How are you? It waznt the rabit it is the hoopincoff, I guess I am
goin to dye al-rite.

J.P.J.

18 rue d'Autancourt,
Paris,
Feb. 20, 1917.

Dear Godfather:

Your letter made me to cry. I will permit you not to die. When I
get your letter I go and break my tire-lire. It is the little dog of
porcelain with one hole in the stomach. Maman give it to me for my
fete, the Ste. Andree, and she give me two sous for put in the
hole all the Sundays, and it come out nevermore until it break, you
comprehend? I guard[11] the little dog under my pillow and it make bad
in my heart to break it, but what will you? My dear godfather who is
only one child like me, work strong like a man for make me happy and I
would break not my tire-lire for to save him from the death? Oh yes, a
thousand times yes! So I take it out in the court and open the stomach
with one stone and I make to fall out 26 sous! And I go to the store
of objects pious, and I demand one candle of 26 sous or two candles of
13 so