t importa in my life    to Boston, in May, 1888. As if it erday I remember tions, ture ea.

        to Baltimore tless, excitable little creature, requiring ttention of everybody on train to keep me amused. I sat quietly beside Miss Sullivan, taking i all t sold me about iful tennessee River, t cotton-fields, t tations, rain and broug opposite me sat my big rag doll, Nancy, in a    of times, ions, I remembered Nancys existend took    I generally calmed my sce by making myself believe t she was asleep.

        As I s o refer to Nancy again, I ell er our arrival in Boston. S--to eat, alt titutioly carried o give oo muc saon,    for t me reproachfully.

        rain at last pulled into tation at Boston it iful fairy tale rue. t;once upon a time" ;far-ary" was here.

        e    titution for to make friends tle blind c deligo find t t.    joy to talk il terpreter. In taugry. It took me some time to appreciate t t my ne see; but it did not seem possible t all tily in my frolics    as I noticed t talked to t told tood my oions, yet I    vaguely t si    of "sed sig; and I    prepared to find one ot. But te I lost all sense of pain in their panionship.

        One day spent    , and I looked eagerly from one pleasant experieo anotly by. I could not quite vince myself t t, for I regarded Boston as tion.

        on ed Bunker    lesson in ory. tory of t on t ed me greatly. I climbed t, ting teps, and        stair the ground below.

        t day    to Plymouter. t trip on t voyage in a steamboat. ion it    t o cry, because I feared if it rained o    of doors. I erested, I t ro oils and great deeds seem more real to me. I en tle model of tleman gave me at Pilgrim s curves, t in tre and t;1620," and turned over in my mind all t I kory of the Pilgrims.

        ion gloerprise! I idealized t and most generous men t ever se land. I t ted years later to learn of ts of persecution t make us tingle    gave us our "try Beautiful.”

        Among ton t ao me    memories ed tiful    Beverly Farms. I remember     ttle curly-z o meet me, a of to my    and a lump of sugar. I also remember t time I played in t    Breer. Mr. Endicott told me about t s came sailing by from Boston, bound for Europe. I saer t, and o me; indeed, I on "ty of Kind s.”
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