eartforsomethingtohappen?Iwaslikethatshipbeforemyeducationbegan,passorsounding-line,andhadnowayofknowinghowneartheharborwas."Light!Givemelight!"wasthewordlesscryofmysoul,andthelightofloveshoneonmeinthatveryhour.Ifeltapproachingfootsteps.IstretchedoutmyhandasIsupposedtomymother.ookit,etorevealallthingstome,and,morethanallthingselse,toloveme.Themorningaftermyteachercame,sheledmeintoherroomandgavemeadoll.ThelittleblindchildrenatthePerkinsInstitutionhadsentitandLauraBridgmanhaddressedit;butIdidnotknowthisuntilafterward.WhenIhadplayedwithitalittlewhile,MissSullivanslowlyspelledintomyhandtheword"d-o-l-l."Iwasatonceinterestedinthisfingerplayandtriedtoimitateit.eededinmakingtheletterscorrectly,Iwasflushedwithchildishpleasureandpride.Runningdownstairstomymother,Iheldupmyhandandmadethelettersfordoll