Item 01: Malcolm Shore Stanley correspondence, 8 December 1916-28 October 1918 - Page 69
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[Page 69]
your sore sides, the people in my billet simply scream; its as good as a picture show. One of the girls has lost her front teeth, I'm not blaming my French for this, but it increases my side of the fun.
The little girl here is tip top. I call her my sweetheart & the french word for sweetheart sounds very nice - she simply can't do enough for me, to interest her I draw sketches on her school slate. I had been teasing her a few nights ago & told her later I must ask her to pardon me, it was pretty to hear her say "Se ne le fait pas" (it is nothing). Later she wispered to me that she had placed a bowl of flowers on my table, they are before me as I write, I think they are "margarites" (is that how you spell the word?). Her mother & father thoroughly enjoy for her to spend a little time teaching me French, sometimes I tell her the English