yet he was always ready, with a smile, to do more work for his “kid in France.”  Andree is his godchild, his sister, his whole family to him; and he shoulders the responsibility of looking after her with all the seriousness of a little old man.  Now, right in the middle of this flourishing state of affairs you come, with your big American pockets filled with elastic candy and bon-bons, and at a moment’s notice you produce cold-cream, perfumed with strawberry and vanilla, and snow-covered cakes such as Jimmy can never hope to equal.  What little girl would not turn fickle to her first love in the presence of such a display?  At first Jimmy was filled with natural jealousy at your intrusion.  He was all for going over there and giving you a piece of his mind; but since receiving your letter he has, almost incredibly, come to feel sorry for you because, as he says, “it must be pretty tuf to be all alone over there, and I guess he thinks my godchild is a peach, all right.”  And Jimmy is right; you must be so very very lonesome!  And yet couldn’t we manage to cheer you up a little without taking Jimmy’s godchild away from him?  I don’t know of any little godchild I could give you in exchange, but I do know of a girl who lives with an invalid mother in a big white house on a hill, and who would only be too glad to have a soldier for a godson and send him little packages of cigarettes, and pictures of movie stars (of which she has a great collection) and—­oh tell him about home and friends and people and everything.

I am sending you this letter care of Andree Leblanc; if you would care for the arrangement I suggest, would you let me know?

Sincerely yours,
Elizabeth Winslow

18 rue d’Autancourt, Paris.  November 2, 1917.

My dear godfather: 

Jules has received a wound, and he is very joyful because it make him not to die; on the contrary it make him cited at the order of the day and decorated with the Medaille Militaire.  He make two boches prisoners and catch them with one hand because the other had the very bad hurt.  And then he fainted himself on the ground and the Cross Red pick him and conduct him at a great hospital in Paris.  And Tuesday Maman and Marie go to see him and take him the lemonade.  And yesterday Monsieur Teddy ask Maman the permission to take me to see him also and she say yes and we go.  We ride in the tramway pending a long time and I give Monsieur Teddy a lesson of French, and he say nothing but, oui, oui and chic alors—­zut alors!  And all the travelers regard us and laugh and Monsieur Teddy laugh also.  But when we arrive at the hospital he laugh not at all.  He take my hand and I keep it very tight because I am frighten.  It is very beautiful, the hospital.  There is the great garden with trees and flat bands[22] and the soldier sentinel at the door.  Inside it is all white and dark, a little like the church, and it smell of pharmacy and nobody make a noise.  A lady white conduct