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She has a very sociable disposition, and delights in the companionship of those

               who can follow the rapid motions of her fingers; but if left alone she will amuse
               herself for hours at a time with her knitting or sewing.




               She reads a great deal. She bends over her book with a look of intense interest,
               and as the forefinger of her left hand runs along the line, she spells out the words
               with the other hand; but often her motions are so rapid as to be unintelligible

               even to those accustomed to reading the swift and varied movements of her
               fingers.




               Every shade of feeling finds expression through her mobile features. Her
               behaviour is easy and natural, and it is charming because of its frankness and
               evident sincerity. Her heart is too full of unselfishness and affection to allow a

               dream of fear or unkindness. She does not realize that one can be anything but
               kind-hearted and tender. She is not conscious of any reason why she should be
               awkward; consequently, her movements are free and graceful.




               She is very fond of all the living things at home, and she will not have them
               unkindly treated. When she is riding in the carriage she will not allow the driver

               to use the whip, because, she says, “poor horses will cry.” One morning she was
               greatly distressed by finding that one of the dogs had a block fastened to her
               collar. We explained that it was done to keep Pearl from running away. Helen
               expressed a great deal of sympathy, and at every opportunity during the day she
               would find Pearl and carry the burden from place to place.





               Her father wrote to her last summer that the birds and bees were eating all his
               grapes. At first she was very indignant, and said the little creatures were “very
               wrong”; but she seemed pleased when I explained to her that the birds and bees
               were hungry, and did not know that it was selfish to eat all the fruit. In a letter
               written soon afterward she says: “I am very sorry that bumblebees and hornets
               and birds and large flies and worms are eating all of my father’s delicious
               grapes.
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