(Here, sailboat
pen drawn)
My dear little Jeanne,
Not having the artist Darel to draw me a boat and yet wanting to put one at the top of my letter, I had to start scribbling one myself. I come, my dear Jeanne, to bore you for a few moments, I hope your headache has completely passed; now that the great Englishwoman is gone you will be less tormented and of course everyone will be much better off.
I think you're very happy to no longer hear my sermons on death, to no longer see my eyes that fascinate you and to no longer be pushed by going to the Pigeon ladies...
I have to announce the death of eight of my dear silkworms, I only have four left; Céline lavished so much care on them that she managed to cause almost all of them to die of grief or sudden apoplexy; I'm very much afraid that the remaining four have caught the germ of their brothers' disease and are following them into the realm of moles.
It seems very funny to me to find myself at Les Buissonnets, this morning I was quite surprised to see myself next to Céline. We talked to Dad about the kind offer my good aunt had made to us, but it's absolutely impossible because Dad is leaving on Wednesday and will stay in Alencon very little this time.
Goodbye, my darling Jeanne, I still love you with all my heart.
Therese em
