I cannot recall er my illness. I only kno I sat in my moto  about ies. My  every object and observed every motion, and in to kno tion o make crude signs. A s quot;Noquot; and a nod, quot;Yes,quot; a pull meant quot;Comequot; and a pus;Go.quot; as it bread t I ed? tate ts of cutting ttering ted my moto make ice-cream for dinner I made ting cold. My motand a good deal. I alo  was brig.

    I understood a good deal of  me. At five I learned to fold and put a in from tinguis. I kne dressed o go  for ook to ture. One day some gentlemen called on my mot tting of t door and ot indicated t I ran upstairs before any one could stop me, to put on my idea of a company dress. Standing before ted mine h powder.

    t it covered my face and fell in folds doo my sied an enormous bustle round my small , so t it dangled be meeting t. ttired I  doo ertain the company.

    I do not remember  I  from ot I kne before my teaco me. I iced t my mot use signs as I did  talked imes I stood betand, and iculated frantically  result. t times t I kicked and screamed until I was exed.

    I ty, for I kne it  Ella, my nurse, to kick  of temper . But I cannot remember any instance in ing tiness  ed.

    In ttle coloured girl, Marton, tter, and a great er in ant companions. Marton understood my signs, and I seldom y in making  as I o domineer over ted to my tyranny rato-er. I rong, active, indifferent to consequences. I kne. e spent a great deal of time in tcurkeys t s tceps. Many of tame t t from my  me feel tcomato from me one day and ran a. Inspired, perer Gobblers success, o t frosted, and ate every bit of it. I e ill afterribution also overtook turkey.

    to  in out-of-t est deligo  for t tell Marton o go egg-ing, but I  sometood. unate enougo find a nest I never alloand by empic signs t s fall and break them.

    tored, table erest to Mart me keep my en got cy.

    tmas  kno , but I enjoyed t odours t filled tidbits t o Marton and me to keep us quiet. e  t did not interfere .

    to grind tirring spoons. I ocking because t remember,  terested me especially, nor did my curiosity cause me to s.

    Marton  a love of misctle ced on teps one  July afternoon. One tle buncied rings sticking out all over e,  on. e ting out paper dolls; but , and after cutting up our srings and clipping all t urned my attention to Marted at first, but finally submitted. t turn and turn about is fair play, s off one of my curls, and  for my motimely interference.

    Belle, our dog, my oto sleep by to romp ried o teac stentive. Simes started and quivered ement, tly rigid, as dogs do  ted in t I kneretcemptuous sniffs, go to te side of ted,  off in searcha.

    Many incidents of ted, but clear and distinct, making t silent, aimless, dayless life all tense.

    One day I o spill er on my apron, and I spread it out to dry before tting-room  dry quickly enougo suit me, so I dre rig aso life; t in a moment my cloterrified noise t brougo t over me, s suffocated me, but s out t for my  badly burned.

    About time I found out try, s ac of t pounding on t outside on teps and laug t naugs t I must be tauger my teaco me, I sougunity to lock  upstairs and I o give to Miss Sullivan; but no sooner  to o, locked it, and  be induced to tell  a ladder and take Miss Sullivan out to my deliger I produced the key.

    five years old tle vine-covered o a large need of my fattle sister, Mildred. My earliest distinct recollection of my fat drifts of neo  of paper before ly puzzled to know w he was doing. I

    imitated tion, even  ery. But I did not find out t for several years. t t my fated one of them.

    My fat loving and indulgent, devoted to  in ting season.  er, I old, and a celebrated s. Next to ality , almost to a fault, and  bringing a guest.  ermelons and stray; and to me  t ripe grapes and t berries. I remember oucree to tree, from vine to vine, and  in wever pleased me.

    ory-teller; after I o spell clumsily into my  anecdotes, and noto  t an opportune moment.

    I  beautiful days of t illness, time of acute suffering, t great sorro personal experience h.

    e of my moto me t it almost seems indelicate to speak of her.

    For a long time I regarded my little sister as an intruder. I kne I o be my mot filled me  in my motantly, , and seemed to take up all ime. One day someto me to be adding insult to injury.

    At t time I ted, mucerbursts of temper and of affection, so t salked, and cried, and opened and s t I never loved one of ten spent an  jealous care; but once I discovered my little sister sleeping peacefully in t tion on t of one to ie of love bound me I gre, and t  caug is t ude tle of tender affections t gro of endearing ions and companions aftero my age, Mildred and I greo eacs, so t ent to go  understand my finger language, nor I tle.