I have a sister Molly aged 6 and she is going to rite plays and say she turns out some great stuff.  Yesterday she dresst Cecilia, you no the one aged 7, as a queen and Molly she was the subjeck boughed before her and sed, Your majesty to-day unto you a child is born, and Cecilia, I mean the queen sed, Bring it in, and Molly the subjeck brot in Snookie the cat only it was the child then and it was all rigged up in Heloises close, and bimeby Heloise who was a wicked king come runnin in to kidnap the baby and she sed, no I mean he sed because she was a king, That is my child! and the subjeck sed, It is not! and the king sed, It is too! and the sujeck sez as cool as a cucumber, Your majesty you are a lyre! and then they had the darndest fite over that baby you ever saw.  Fust the king hit the subjeck bingo in the eye then the subjeck he pincht the babys tail, you no Snookies, and bimeby Mother come runnin in and stuck them 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: