The Story of My Life: With her letters (1887-1901) and a supplementary account of her education, including passages from the reports and letters of her teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, by John Albert MacyKeller, Helen
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The Story of My Life: With her letters (1887-1901) and a supplementary account of her education, including passages from the reports and letters of her teacher, Anne Mansfield Sullivan, by John Albert Macy
Keller, Helen
Deafblind women -- United States -- Biography; Keller, Helen, 1880-1968
I give below a portion of Miss Canby's story, "The Rose Fairies," and
also Helen's letter to Mr. Anagnos containing her "dream," so that the
likenesses and differences may be studied by those interested in the
subject:
THE ROSE FAIRIES
[From"Birdie and his Fairy Friends," by Margaret T. Canby]
One pleasant morning little Birdie might have been seen sitting quietly
on the grass-plat at the side of his mother's house, looking very
earnestly at the rose-bushes.
It was quite early; great Mr. Sun, who is such an early riser in summer
time, had not been up very long; the birds were just beginning to chirp
their "good-mornings" to each other; and as for the flowers, they were
still asleep. But Birdie was so busy all day, trotting about the house
and garden, that he was always ready for HIS nest at night, before the
birds and flowers had thought of seeking THEIRS; and so it came to
pass that when Mr. Sun raised his head above the green woods and smiled
lovingly upon the earth, Birdie was often the first to see him, and
to smile back at him, all the while rubbing his eyes with his dimpled
fists, until between smiling and rubbing, he was wide awake.
And what do you think he did next! Why, the little rogue rolled into his
mamma's bed, and kissed her eyelids, her cheeks, and her mouth, until
she began to dream that it was raining kisses; and at last she opened
her eyes to see what it all meant, and found that it was Birdie, trying
to "kiss her awake," as he said.
She loved her little boy very dearly, and liked to make him happy, and
when he said, "Please dress me, dear mamma, and let me go out to play
in the garden," she cheerfully consented; and, soon after, Birdie went
downstairs in his morning-dress of cool linen, and with his round face
bright and rosy from its bath, and ran out on the gravel path to play,
until breakfast was ready.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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