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very proud of them.

A few days ago he went with his father to Belle Isle fishing because there were no fish here, and it is very rough and wild there.  He lost his sabots overboard and the boat nearly capsized.  'J'ai pleuré" he said "J'ai pleuré que je m'aurais [[?peids/purds]] la vie".

Every day when we pass his house he comes running out with his little cousin and calls out 'Bonjour Mam'selle Blane', and the other evening I saw as we were passing a little sky light in the roof of his house open, and just four little arms and then two little heads appeared and I heard Pierre's voice chirp out 'Bon soir' Mamselle Beare".  One thing Pierre never forgets to do and that is to pull off his little old [[?biré]] every time he meets or leaves us, and I think I know some little boys who are never lagged as he is, and who have 



Concarneau
Sunday July 29 [1888]

My dearest boys,

I want to tell you about Pierre Gigot, because he is one of the people that I had'nt written about who live here.

One day about two weeks ago, I was tramping along with all my heavy sketching things, and two little fellows in sabots, and [[?]] came trotting along, and called out 'Madame portie vos affaires'!  And I gave one of them something to carry and when we got to the place he sat down by me and soon we began to talk.  I asked him to guess where I