t important day I remember in all my life is teaco me. I am filled rasts bets. It hs before I was seven years old.

    On ternoon of t eventful day, I stood on tant. I guessed vaguely from my moto and fro in t somet to  to ted on teps. ternoon sun penetrated t covered turned face. My fingers lingered almost unconsciously on t come forto greet t sout knoure terness inually for ruggle.

    sea in a dense fog, angible  sense and anxious, groped o and sounding-line, and you ed ing  for someto  sion began, only I  compass or sounding-line, and ;Lig!quot;  of love s very hour.

    I felt approacsteps, I stretc my o my motook it, and I o me, and, more to love me.

    ter my teaco tle blind c titution  it and Laura Bridgman ; but I did not knoil afterward.

    a little ; I  once interested in tried to imitate it. ters correctly I o my motters for doll. I did not kno I  ed; I ation. In t folloo spell in t many , cup and a fe, stand and walk.

    But my teacood t everything has a name.

    One day, o my lap also, spelled quot;d-o-l-lquot; and tried to make me understand t quot;d-o-l-lquot; applied to botussle over t;m-u-gquot; and quot;-e-r.quot; Miss Sullivan ried to impress it upon me t quot;m-u-gquot; is mug and t quot;-e-rquot; is er, but I persisted in confounding time, only to rene at t opportunity. I became impatient at ed attempts and, seizing t upon ted s of t my feet. Neit folloe outburst. I  loved till, dark iment or tenderness. I felt my teacs to one side of tisfaction t t  into t, if a ion may be called a t, made me h pleasure.

    e o ttracted by t er and my teac. As tream guso ter, first sloood still, my ion fixed upon tions of  a misty consciousness as of sometten--a turning t; and someery of language o me. I kne quot;-e-rquot; meant t was flowing over my  living word

    a lig it free! till, it is true, but barriers t could in time be s away.

    I left to learn. Everyto a ne. As urned to t  range, neering t my o tried vainly to put togetears; for I realized ime I felt repentance and sorrow.

    I learned a great many ne day. I do not remember  I do kno moter, teac o make t;like Aarons rod, ; It o find a  t eventful day and lived over t  me, and for t time longed for a neo come.