This child has a wonderful gift.
I asked myself, "How does a normal child learn language?"
With much love, from your darling child, HELEN A. KELLER.
Taken altogether, it was a dreadfully long name to weigh down a poor innocent child, and one of the hardest lessons I ever learned was to remember my own name.
The improvement they cannot help seeing in their child has given them more confidence in me.
Her father objected and said that no child of his should be deprived of his food on any account.
Love your Heavenly Father with your whole heart and soul, love every child of God as much as ever you can, and remember that the possibilities of good are greater than the possibilities of evil; and you have the key to Heaven.
Mildred has grown much taller and stronger than she was when I went to Boston, and she is the sweetest and dearest little child in the world.
Somehow I had expected to see a pale, delicate child--I suppose I got the idea from Dr. Howe's description of Laura Bridgman when she came to the Institution.
Being the only child, she was probably over protective of him.
As we approached the house I saw a child standing in the doorway, and Captain Keller said, There she is.
I told her that in my opinion the child ought to be separated from the family for a few weeks at least--that she must learn to depend on and obey me before I could make any headway.
I realize that it hurts to see their afflicted little child punished and made to do things against her will.
The old man and child were playing checkers in comfortable den when a housekeeper called them to dinner.
When Martha was in a session with Howie, Betsy took over, coveting the child as if she were her own.
The child molester was tied to a similar but stronger case.
This child, who is from the crust of the earth, like yourself, called you a Wizard.
Still, as a child she had never thought about it.
She twirled, watching the shadow in child-like awe.
He watched an overweight man open the trunk of his car and drag out a child-size bundle.
The child, an eight year old girl named Marcia Stonehurst, was still in bed at one o'clock.
Something was placed over her nose and mouth and after a silent struggle; a stocky figure carried the child downstairs.
"Do so, my child," said the Minister; "and I hope that when you grow up you will become a wise man and a great orator."
Who would have thought he would become attached to a child that was neither his own blood nor male?
More important, though, was the fact that he believed the child should not suffer for the sins of the parent.
The poor child was so tired after his night's work that he could not keep awake.
They did so, and as the flames lighted up the room, they saw their father enter with a child in his arms.
"What a beautiful child!" said the mother, as she hurried to do his bidding.
"_My little friend!_" said the child with a sneer.
The child was indeed very tired.
I thought of the big fire in the queen's kitchen, and knew that the cook would never allow a half-drowned child to be carried into that fine place.
Glinka, the editor of the Russian Messenger, who was recognized (cries of "author! author!" were heard in the crowd), said that "hell must be repulsed by hell," and that he had seen a child smiling at lightning flashes and thunderclaps, but "we will not be that child."
Well my dear child, you know how your father's heart rejoices to know that you...
Thus the captain touchingly recounted the story of his love for a fascinating marquise of thirty-five and at the same time for a charming, innocent child of seventeen, daughter of the bewitching marquise.
The youngest child, a boy of about seven, who wore an overcoat and an immense cap evidently not his own, was crying in his old nurse's arms.
There's a child in that house.
But he made an effort not to throw the child down and ran with her to the large house.
It was now, however, impossible to get back the way he had come; the maid, Aniska, was no longer there, and Pierre with a feeling of pity and disgust pressed the wet, painfully sobbing child to himself as tenderly as he could and ran with her through the garden seeking another way out.
Whose child is it? they asked him.
"Here, take the child!" said Pierre peremptorily and hurriedly to the woman, handing the little girl to her.
"Give her back to them, give her back!" he almost shouted, putting the child, who began screaming, on the ground, and again looking at the Frenchman and the Armenian family.
He cried like a child when the doctor told him the case was dangerous.