Saturday, October 2, 6 p.m.
Feast of Saints Angels
My dear little Mary,
We have just received the telegram, I am very happy because I believe that means that you saw the Father in Dover, he sent you a letter on Wednesday telling you to meet him today. You can't imagine what we tormented ourselves, Celine sent letters to Dover and Calais poste restante. Every day the Blessed Virgin had a candle and I prayed and begged her so much that I couldn't believe you wouldn't know that the father was coming back today. Monsieur Pichon also sent a letter to dad, we didn't dare open it, Pauline told us that it was better because there might be something in a hurry in it, but it was just that Monsieur Pichon didn't know yet. the day when the Father would return and that he was going to write to the Superior to find out. Oh my little Marie if you only knew how I find that you told us very true; the good Lord spoils us but you can't imagine what it's like to be separated from a person you love as I love you if you saw everything I think but I can't tell you it's too late and I wrote my letter all wrong because I couldn't see. My darling little Godmother, I asked Pauline if the little gold Bronze bottles were used for watercolor painting, she told me no, it was for painting the Saints and the statues, I'm telling you this so that you don't you buy it for me as a souvenir. I beg you, don't bring me anything, it will really hurt me. Léonie kiss you well and daddy too Goodbye my beloved Marie kiss very hard for me my darling little father
Your real little girl who loves you as much as one can love. Theresita
Above all, don't forget our errands and my Aunt's stool. Félicité tells you a lot of things she's been in a charming mood since you left. My aunt and uncle Jeanne and Marie tell you a lot of things. We have not yet taken the dispatch to Carmel.
