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September 26, [1888].
“This morning teacher and I sat by the window and we saw a little boy walking
on the sidewalk. It was raining very hard and he had a very large umbrella to
keep off the raindrops.
“I do not know how old he was but THINK he MAY HAVE BEEN six years old.
PERHAPS his name was Joe. I do not know where he was going because he was
a little strange boy. But PERHAPS his mother sent him to a store to buy
something for dinner. He had a bag in one hand. I SUPPOSE he was going to
take it to his mother.”
In teaching her the use of language, I have not confined myself to any particular
theory or system. I have observed the spontaneous movements of my pupil’s
mind, and have tried to follow the suggestions thus given to me.
