Dear Mr Andersen, My name is Anna Mary, Last-borne of Mary my mother, deceased Of the desert fever while I was but a 'wee bairn'; I am but ten, too young to remember her voice. I do like your fairy tales so much - the tin soldier and the ugly, Ugly duckling. I would like to go and visit you; When Papa comes home from Africa I intend To ask him to take me. I live where he began As a piecer of cotton, threading those bales ... Long enough to join us over six thousand miles; What with the water-thrust and water-damp The Clyde is perfect for the manufacture of cloth; Without cotton my dolly'd have no clothes. I'm sure he will agree. In the New Year.
Gray, Stephen, THE ANNA MARY LETTERS To Hans Christian Andersen, Kunapipi, 14(3), 1992.