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At the end of September Miss Sullivan and Miss Keller returned to the

               Cambridge School, where they remained until early in December. Then the
               interference of Mr. Gilman resulted in Mrs.

               Keller’s withdrawing Miss Helen and her sister, Miss Mildred, from the school.

               Miss Sullivan and her pupil went to Wrentham, where they worked under Mr.
               Merton S. Keith, an enthusiastic and skilful teacher.




               TO MRS. LAURENCE HUTTON


               Wrentham, February 20, 1898.


               …I resumed my studies soon after your departure, and in a very little while we
               were working as merrily as if the dreadful experience of a month ago had been
               but a dream. I cannot tell you how much I enjoy the country. It is so fresh, and
               peaceful and free! I do think I could work all day long without feeling tired if
               they would let me. There are so many pleasant things to do—not always very
               easy things,—much of my work in Algebra and Geometry is hard: but I love it
               all, especially Greek. Just think, I shall soon finish my grammar! Then comes the

               “Iliad.”

               What an inexpressible joy it will be to read about Achilles, and Ulysses, and
               Andromache and Athene, and the rest of my old friends in their own glorious

               language! I think Greek is the loveliest language that I know anything about. If it
               is true that the violin is the most perfect of musical instruments, then Greek is
               the violin of human thought.




               We have had some splendid toboganning this month. Every morning, before

               lesson-time, we all go out to the steep hill on the northern shore of the lake near
               the house, and coast for an hour or so. Some one balances the toboggan on the
               very crest of the hill, while we get on, and when we are ready, off we dash down
               the side of the hill in a headlong rush, and, leaping a projection, plunge into a
               snow-drift and go swimming far across the pond at a tremendous rate!…
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