Earlier in theday we had had a tussle over the words "m-u-g" and "w-a-t-e-r." Miss Sullivan had tried toimpress it upon me that "m-u-g" is mug and that "w-a-t-e-r" is water, but I persisted inconfound
We walked down the path to the well-house, attracted by the fragrance of the honeysucklewith which it was covered. Some one was drawing water and my teacher placed my hand underthe spout. As the cool
The most important day I remember in all my life is the one on which my teacher, AnneMansfield Sullivan, came to me. I am filled with wonder when I consider the immeasurablecontrasts between the two l
I felt approaching footsteps. I stretched out my hand as I supposed to my mother. Some onetook it, and I was caught up and held close in the arms of her who had come to reveal allthings to me, and, mo
