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 Dearest teacher,

I think I will write you a letter to tell you how much I love you. I love you with my whole heart and soul and mind with all there is of me to love  and I want to serve you for ever. It would be my highest privilege. That is why I try so hard to be good in school and learn my lessuns.

You are so beautiful, my teacher. Your voice is like music and your eyes are like pansies when the dew is on them. You are like a tall stately queen. Your hair is like rippling gold. Anthony Pye says it is red, but you needn’t pay any attention to Anthony.

I have only known you for a few months but I cannot realize that there was ever a time when I did not know you when you had not come into my life to bless and hallow it. I will always look back to this year as the most wonderful in my life because it brought you to me. Besides, it’s the year we moved to Avonlea from Newbridge. My love for you has made my life very rich and it has kept me from much of harm and evil. I owe this all to you, my sweetest teacher.

I shall never forget how sweet you looked the last time I saw you in that black dress with flowers in your hair. I shall see you like that for ever, even when we are both old and gray. You will always be young and fair to me, dearest teacher. I am thinking of you all the time in the morning and at the noontide and at the twilight. I love you when you laugh and when you sigh even when you look Rh