I.
Dear
Mollie Foss,
How do you do;
I’m
pretty well today;
I
send my picture out to you,
My mamma says I may.
II.
Please
come and play with me someday,
For I am all alone;
And
send your picture right away,
To little Irene Cone.
Dec.
25, ‘98
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