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Mon cher Monsieur Anagnos,





               I am sitting by the window and the beautiful sun is shining on me Teacher and I
               came to the kindergarten yesterday. There are twenty seven little children here
               and they are all blind. I am sorry because they cannot see much. Sometime will
               they have very well eyes? Poor Edith is blind and deaf and dumb. Are you very
               sad for Edith and me? Soon I shall go home to see my mother and my father and

               my dear good and sweet little sister. I hope you will come to Alabama to visit me
               and I will take you to ride in my little cart and I think you will like to see me on
               my dear little pony’s back. I shall wear my lovely cap and my new riding dress.
               If the sun shines brightly I will take you to see Leila and Eva and Bessie. When I
               am thirteen years old I am going to travel in many strange and beautiful
               countries. I shall climb very high mountains in Norway and see much ice and
               snow. I hope I will not fall and hurt my head I shall visit little Lord Fauntleroy in
               England and he will be glad to show me his grand and very ancient castle. And
               we will run with the deer and feed the rabbits and catch the squirrels. I shall not
               be afraid of Fauntleroy’s great dog Dougal. I hope Fauntleroy take me to see a
               very kind queen. When I go to France I will take French. A little French boy will
               say, Parlez-vous Francais? and I will say, Oui, Monsieur, vous avez un joli
               chapeau. Donnez moi un baiser. I hope you will go with me to Athens to see the
               maid of Athens. She was very lovely lady and I will talk Greek to her. I will say,
               se agapo and, pos echete and I think she will say, kalos, and then I will say
               chaere. Will you please come to see me soon and take me to the theater? When

               you come I will say, Kale emera, and when you go home I will say, Kale nykta.
               Now I am too tired to write more. Je vous aime. Au revoir




               From your darling little friend


               HELEN A. KELLER.





               TO MISS EVELINA H. KELLER


               [So. Boston, Mass. October 29, 1888.]
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