i had now the key to all language, and i was eager to learn to use it. children who hear acquire language without any particular effort; the words that fall from others lips they cat the wing, as it were, delightedly, while the little deaf child must trap them by a slow and often painful process. but whatever the process, the result is wonderful. gradually from naming an object we advaep by step until we have traversed the vast distaween our first stammered syllable and the sweep of thought in a line of shakespeare.
at first, when my teacher told me about a hing i asked very few questions. my ideas were vague, and my vocabulary was ie; but as my knowledge of things grew, and i learned more and more words, my field of inquiry broadened, and i would return again and again to the same subject, eager for further information. sometimes a new word revived an image that some earlier experience had engraved on my brain.
i remember the m that i first asked the meaning of the word, "love." this was before i knew many words. i had found a few early violets in the garden and brought them to my teacher. she tried to kiss me: but at that time i did not like to have any one kiss me except my mother. miss sullivan put her arm gently round me and spelled into my hand, "i love helen.”
"what is love?" i asked.
she drew me closer to her and said, "it is here," pointing to my heart, whose beats i was scious of for the first time. her words puzzled me very much because i did not then uand anything unless i touched it.
i smelt the violets in her hand and asked, half in words, half in signs, a question which meant, "is love the sweetness of flowers?”
"no," said my teacher.
again i thought. the warm sun was shining on us.
"is this not love?" i asked, pointing in the dire from which the heat came. "is this not love?”
it seemed to me that there could be nothing more beautiful than the sun, whose warmth makes all things grow.
but miss sullivan shook her head, and i was greatly puzzled and disappointed. i thought it strahat my teacher could not show me love.
a day or two afterward i was stringing beads of different sizes in symmetrical groups--twe beads, three small ones, and so on. i had made many mistakes, and miss sullivan had poihem out again and again with geience. finally i noticed a very obvious error in the sequend for an instant i trated my attention on the lesson and tried to think how i should have arrahe
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