[Boston,
Massachusetts
acknowledged Apr. 27, 1938]
My dear
Lady,
I am a little
girl 9 years of age, I have a mother, and father, and two smaller
sisters.
About four
months now, my father opened a small grocery store . . . It
isn't easy for him to pay all of his bills, because his money
is very little. Nobody seems to help us. And sometimes my mother
cryes because maybe we'll loose the store. I'm always sorry
because I'm still young and I can't help much. I was thinking
of You, because I always see You in the paper with a smile in
Your face. And I know that You have a kind heart. I thought
if I wrote to You, maybe You would help us, with a little money
and then with Your help I can help my father.
Your's truly,
M. K.
