3 (?) June 1897
JMJT
Little darling flower of Jesus, I understood everything very well, know that it is not necessary for you to tell me a lot, the little eye that is in your chalice tells me what I must think of everything. the little flower... I am very happy, well consoled, but you must no longer want to eat earth, the forget-me-not must open or rather raise its corolla so that the Bread of the Angels comes like a Divine Dew the strengthen and give him everything he lacks.
Good evening, poor flower, believe that I love you more than you imagine!...
