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We had a beautiful time in Huntsville. Everybody there was delighted with
               Helen, and showered her with gifts and kisses. The first evening she learned the
               names of all the people in the hotel, about twenty, I think. The next morning we

               were astonished to find that she remembered all of them, and recognized every
               one she had met the night before. She taught the young people the alphabet, and
               several of them learned to talk with her. One of the girls taught her to dance the
               polka, and a little boy showed her his rabbits and spelled their names for her. She
               was delighted, and showed her pleasure by hugging and kissing the little fellow,
               which embarrassed him very much.





               We had Helen’s picture taken with a fuzzy, red-eyed little poodle, who got
               himself into my lady’s good graces by tricks and cunning devices known only to
               dogs with an instinct for getting what they want.




               She has talked incessantly since her return about what she did in Huntsville, and

               we notice a very decided improvement in her ability to use language. Curiously
               enough, a drive we took to the top of Monte Sano, a beautiful mountain not far
               from Huntsville, seems to have impressed her more than anything else, except
               the wonderful poodle. She remembers all that I told her about it, and in telling
               her mother REPEATED THE VERY WORDS AND PHRASES I HAD


               USED IN DESCRIBING IT TO HER. In conclusion she asked her mother if she
               should like to see “very high mountain and beautiful cloudcaps.” I hadn’t used
               this expression. I said, “The clouds touch the mountain softly, like beautiful
               flowers.” You see, I had to use words and images with which she was familiar
               through the sense of touch. But it hardly seems possible that any mere words
               should convey to one who has never seen a mountain the faintest idea of its
               grandeur; and I don’t see how any one is ever to know what impression she did
               receive, or the cause of her pleasure in what was told her about it. All that we do
               know certainly is that she has a good memory and imagination and the faculty of
               association.
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