From Marie Guérin to Thérèse - May 1 , 1885

From Marie Guérin to Thérèse.

May 1, 1885

Trouville, May 1, 1885, Friday

My dear Thérèse,

I'm writing you at this moment from our little garden, in the shade of a parasol which M. Colombe lent us. All through these past days, the good weather permitted us to go out, but today the bad weather is inviting us to stay at home. We are enjoying our­selves very much; the day before yesterday, we went to the Roches Noires (black boulders) with Mme. Maudelonde to get some sea water. I assure you it's no good, for I took half a glass of it yesterday and felt sick to my stomach all morning long. We returned from our outing, walking along the seashore, and it was a delightful spectacle. Yesterday morning, we settled down on the balcony, and we sketched a ship; in the afternoon, we went to see the beach at Deauville, and when seeing the shellfish, we thought of you; I returned very much fatigued by my walk. We were at Notre-Dame-des-Victoires this morning for Mass; the flight of steps is very steep, so steep that I fell. Everybody is falling this week. The day before yesterday, Mamma fell when sitting on her chair; I must say the chairs are very light. Today, Jeanne took a tumble when reaching over for her work, and I just fell, slipping on the pavement in the garden. We returned from Mass by way of the fish-shop, and we bought some little fish. We saw a steamboat arriving when we were getting off the ferry; and, on the quay, we had a lot of trouble holding on our hats, and I was even afraid I'd be carried off into the Touques river. Mamma bought us some straw sunbonnets; mine is trimmed in white, Jeanne's, in red. We weren't able to buy two the same. Our lodgings are very good here; our little garden is larger than we thought it would be; the house is poorly arranged. I won't describe it to you because I believe you will be coming with little Father on Sunday. Like Mme. Malboroug, we climb up into the tower each day to watch the steamboat leaving, and I don't even get dizzy. Tell Céline I'm not forgetting her and that I'll write her the next time; it's only that my hand is tired out because I have written to Céline and Hélène. Tell me in your next letter how Louise Renier is, for it appears she is very sick; tell me, too, when the First Communion will be.

Adieu, dear little Thérèse. Kiss Uncle, Marie, Léonie, and Céline for me and be assured of the sincere affection I have for you.

Till Sunday

Your little sister, Marie

enf. de Marie

Till Sunday

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