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 sous, but the lady say 13 is a number of unhappiness so she give me one of 25 sous, and one sou of paper of lace of gold to put around.  And I go quick to the church, and put up the candle to the Ste. Vierge, and she will see it from the sky, and she will see you also in Amerique and make you not to die, M. le Cure see the little flag American that you send me and that I attach to the candle-stick and he caress my head and say:  “What for is it?” So I tell him and he say I am very genteel.  But all of a hit[12] I melt in tears[13], because I know I am not genteel, dear godfather!  I am very, very bad and wicked; I tell not the truth and I conduct not myself well unto you.  Perhaps you will pardon me never!  I go to confession and M. le Cure say for my penitence I must also confess to you that I am one little girl!  Oh dear godfather, be not too much in anger!  I am so sad!  I comprehend not how it arrived, but when you write to me and say you love not the little girls I was afraid and responded nothing.  Dear godfather, I will tell you that when I was little I pray often the bon Dieu make me one boy, because you know, for Him nothing is impossible.  But He wish I remain a girl, and now I have cheated and He punish me very strong in make you so much fatigue you almost die.  I cannot write more this day because I am too much sad.  But if you die not please tell me soon because I am so much unquiet.  I assure you I will nevermore be so villain.

Your godchild repentant,

Andree Leblanc.

P.S.  Maman say the Comite Americain put me like one boy.  It is the two “e” that make one girl.

P.P.S.  I search what is the hoopincoff, but I find it not.  Surely it is the very dangerous malady, but if you die, you go to Paradise; M. le Cure promise me.

[11] I guard (je garde) I keep. [12] All of a hit (tout d’un coup) suddenly. [13] Melt in tears (fondre en larmes) burst into tears.

Greenville Falls.  N.Y. 
Deer miss Secretary,

The boy you give me is a girl What are you going to do about it?

Yours respekfully,
James P. Jackson Jr.