What a interesting place is Deadwood!
I am now allowed outside, all the way to the newspaper office and to the Grocer's! Also, I have taken Buttercup and gone a bit further into the hills. There is the door to the MINE nearby!!!! Sometime I am going to take a lantern in there. Men leave it at night. Night is when all are asleep. This would be an excellent adventure!
But for the most exciting thing! There is a little boy I have met, name of Frederick. He is only a child. But he speaks French. He has taught me and I have taught him some words. This will help when I am older and go to France. I will live in Paris and paint. One must speak French.
I can say "fut" for foot and "dog" for "dog" and "goot" for "good" and more which I have forgot to write down. It will be difficult, but I will have him teach me to say "I come from America", "do not bother me", "I am an artist", "where is the cafe?" "Buy my art" and other necessary things a young woman artist must know in Paris.
Mary is not leaving the room. She does not like it here. She was crying a lot. But America told her if she kept it up her face would wrinkle and her nose would stay red. That made her stop!
America is banging on a pan now, it must be time to prepare supper. I will write here later!
Deadwood - located in Phoenix Pass, Second Life (not really in South Dakota)