mitating.AtsixmonthsIcouldpipeout"Howdye,”

    andonedayIattractedeveryoentionbysaying"Tea,tea,tea"quiteplainly.EvenaftermyillnessIrememberedohewordsIhadlearheseearlymonths.Itwastheword"water,"andItiomakesomesoundforthatwordafterallotherspeechwaslost.Iceasedmakingthesound"wah-wah"onlywhenIlearospelltheword.

    TheytellmeIwalkedthedayIwasayearold.Mymotherhadjusttakeofthebath-tubandwasholdingmeinherlap,whenIwassuddenlyattractedbytheflickeringshadowsofleavesthatdahesunlightonthesmoothfloor.Islippedfrommymotherslapandalmostrantowardthem.Theimpulsegone,Ifelldownandcriedforhertotakemeupinherarms.

    Thesehappydaysdidnotlastlong.Onebriefspring,musicalwiththesongofrobinandmog-bird,onesummerrifruitandroses,oumnofgoldandcrimsonspedbyaheirgiftsatthefeetofaneager,delightedchild.Then,inthedrearymonthofFebruary,cametheillnesswhiyeyesandearsandplungedmeintotheunsciousnessofanew-bornbaby.TheycalleditacutegestionofthestomadbraiorthoughtIcouldnotlive.Earlyonem,however,thefeverleftmeassuddenlyandmysteriouslyasithade.Therewasgreatrejoiginthefamilythatm,buteveor,khatIshouldneverseeorhearagain.

    IfancyIstillhavefusedrecollesofthatillness.Iespeciallyrememberthetendernesswithwhichmymothertriedtosoothemeinmywalinghoursoffretandpain,andtheagonyandbewildermentwithwhichIawokeafteratossinghalfsleep,andturnedmyeyes,sodryandhot,tothewallawayfromtheonce-lovedlight,whichcametomedimamoredimeachday.But,exceptforthesefleetingmemories,if,iheybememories,itallsee