A short carefully printed letter to Little Ethel.
Apparently uncle Jesse had given her a doll and a sled for Christmas in 1894.
My Dear Little Ethel:
I am afraid I cannot print as well as you do. But I want to tell you how sorry I am you were sick, just at Xmas time too.
But hope you are well again and are having a nice time with your doll and sled. You must tell me what you have named your dolls, and which you liked best.
For fear you cannot read this, I will close with a great deal of love for my little Ethel.
Your loving Uncle