P.S. I will suport you just the same so do not worry.
Paris,
21 March 1917.
Dear Mr. James,
I have your letter, and I perceive that you are very much offensed. One time more I demand pardon; but I cannot be like you want, and by consequence I can never more call myself your dear godchild; if you love me not, and I am offensive, I have not business of you and your silver. Please give it to one unhappy little boy. It is worth better that I have hunger, it is worth better that I be made dead by the boches, than to be like one little mendicant. I demand to Maman if it is not true, and she say yes.
I thank you for all the pain you did take for me and I forget never. When I become grand I will render to you all you pay for me.
Goodbye monsieur James. Receive the expression of my best salutations,
Andree Leblanc.