I ot recall er my illness. I only kno I sat in my moto    about ies. My    every objed observed every motion, and in to kno tion o make crude signs. A s "No" and a nod, "Yes," a pull meant "e" and a pus;Go." 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 uood a good deal of    me. At five I learo 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 pany dress. Standing before ted mine h powder.

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

        I do not remember    I    from ot I kne before my teae. 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 k    Ella, my o kick    of temper . But I ot remember any instan ing tiness    ed.

        In ttle cirl, Marton, tter, and a great er in ant panions. Marton uood my signs, and I seldom y in making    as I o domineer over ted to my tyranny rato-er. I rong, active, indifferent to sequences. I kne. e spent a great deal of time in tcurkeys t s tceps. Many of tame t t from my    me feel tato 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    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 e odours t filled tidbits t o Marton ao keep us quiet. e    t did not interfere .

        to grind tirring spoons. I og 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. Ole buncied rings stig out all over e,    oing 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, , my oto sleep by to romp ried o teac stentive. Simes started and quivered ement, tly rigid, as dogs do    ted in t I kcemptuous sniffs, go to te side of ted,    off in searcha.

        Many is 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    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 teae, I sougunity to lock    upstairs and I o give to Miss Sullivan; but no sooo o, locked it, and    be io 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 recolle 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. o 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 vio vine, and    in wever pleased me.

        ory-teller; after I o spell clumsily into my    aes, 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 affe, so t salked, and cried, and opened and s t I never loved one of te an    jealous care; but once I discovered my little sister sleeping peacefully in t tion on t of oo ie of love bound me I gre, and t    caug is t ude tle of tender affes t gro of endearing ions and panions aftero my age, Mildred and I greo eacs, so t ent to go    uand my finger language, nor I tle.
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