November 14, 1887
Pauline darling, I really can't help but thank you for everything you do for me. Oh ! pray to the good Lord for me! since Monsignor doesn't want to, it's the last way I have left to talk to the Pope, but it has to be possible, it has to be Little Jesus who prepares everything so that his little ball only has to ride where he wants. If you only knew how much what you told me in Lorette's letter gave me pleasure and consoled me! Oh ! Pauline, keep protecting me. I'm so far from you... I can't tell you everything I think! it's impossible... Jesus' little toy
Theresita.
