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I am sure that a great many people would like to come to the tea, and help me do

something to brighten the lives of little blind children; but some of my friends
say that I shall have to give up the idea of having a tea unless we can find
another house.

Teacher said yesterday, that perhaps Mrs. Spaulding would be willing to let us
have her beautiful house, and [I] thought I would ask you about it. Do you think
Mrs. Spaulding would help me, if I wrote to her? I shall be so disappointed if my
little plans fail, because I have wanted for a long time to do something for the
poor little ones who are waiting to enter the kindergarten. Please let me know
what you think about the house, and try to forgive me for troubling you so much.

Lovingly your little friend,

HELEN KELLER.

TO MR. EDWARD H. CLEMENT

South Boston, May 18th, 1892.

My dear Mr. Clement:—I am going to write to you this beautiful morning
because my heart is brimful of happiness and I want you and all my dear friends
in the Transcript office to rejoice with me. The preparations for my tea are nearly
completed, and I am looking forward joyfully to the event. I know I shall not
fail.

Kind people will not disappoint me, when they know that I plead for helpless
little children who live in darkness and ignorance.

They will come to my tea and buy light,—the beautiful light of knowledge and
love for many little ones who are blind and friendless. I remember perfectly
when my dear teacher came to me.

Then I was like the little blind children who are waiting to enter the
kindergarten. There was no light in my soul. This wonderful world with all its
sunlight and beauty was hidden from me, and I had never dreamed of its
loveliness. But teacher came to me and taught my little fingers to use the
beautiful key that has unlocked the door of my dark prison and set my spirit free.