I have letters from Josh Mulligan—letters he wrote my mom.
The small letters are all made in the grooves, while the long ones extend above and below them.
To speak critically, I never received more than one or two letters in my life--I wrote this some years ago--that were worth the postage.
Both Deans agreed the letters were polite but of zero historical interest and strangely unloving.
The top was clean except for accessories and a few letters standing upright in a sorter.
I was telling Mrs. Edith about these here letters and how the two ladies from Boston will be coming to Bird Song.
Bunches of the letters hadn't even been opened yet.
On returning from the review, Kutuzov took the Austrian general into his private room and, calling his adjutant, asked for some papers relating to the condition of the troops on their arrival, and the letters that had come from the Archduke Ferdinand, who was in command of the advanced army.
I haven't found any new replacement letters, but I've eliminated a lot of possibilities.
Nicholas took the two letters, one of which was from his mother and the other from Sonya.
She stared at the blood-colored letters as the snow buried them.
Something tickled her neck, and she looked down to see the first of the letters of her tattoo flutter to the ground.
The letters, eleven in all, were not from Ouray, but to a Ouray minister's wife, from her sister, a Boston matron.
Dean reread the eleven letters he had only glanced at earlier.
Four letters mentioned Rev. Martin and the wonderful work he and Annie were doing with 'the poor mistaken souls.'
All the letters were dated between November of 1898 and January of 1900.
Just think, great-grand-nieces of the woman who wrote these here letters to Ouray a hundred years ago.
Dean picked up one of the letters, glanced at it, and put it down.
"This is the dress that came with the letters," she explained to Edith.
Donnie had paid no attention to their conversation but having tired of his puzzle, picked up the notebook of letters and numbers and began to study it, turning the binder page by page.
Do you think Annie was practicing her letters and numbers?
The letters written from Boston are answering correspondence Annie presumably wrote to her sister.
He compared the letters in the book to those on the hems of the garments.
It seems to me when you practice letters, you print uppercase letters first, don't you?
You don't write a jejune collection of hodgepodge letters and numbers like these.
The trouble with that theory is here we have letters and numbers.
"Well," Fred offered, "maybe each time you get to a number, you jump that many letters ahead in the alphabet for the replacement letter."
How many different numbers and letters are there?
The two ladies had joined Fred in the parlor where he was showing them the letters they had purchased from him, sight unseen.
Claire Quincy had donned reading glasses and was scrutinizing the letters as Fred O'Connor followed his notes and explained the information on Annie Quincy he had gathered at the library.
Did any of her letters from Ouray survive?
We never discussed anything but the letters and the clothing.
I don't mean to be disrespectful, ma'am, but when we spoke on the telephone, I offered you the letters and the clothing.
Cynthia took up a pencil and paper again and began listing the different letters but almost as soon as they'd begun, they were interrupted by a soft knock on the door.
"It still just looks like jumble of letters and numbers," Dean said as he read the first portion.
Donnie shook his head "no" and began listing the letters as Cynthia had suggested the night before.
Fred suggested that one of the letters might be in error so the group continued to look at the puzzle on the basis Cynthia had first suggested.
As much and as often as Annie wrote, the letters and numbers must have almost become a second language to her.
By the tone of the letters Rachael wrote to her, the family appeared somewhat estranged from one another.
I messed up a couple of letters and have to go back and change them.
"It's a slow process replacing the letters to the text," Cynthia added.
The tone of Rachael's letters is most unnatural.
I'm trying to teach one of the Roma girls her letters as she knows nothing of reading or writing.
A woman, dreaming of her pending marriage, scratched in tiny letters with her diamond, 'So in love, says everyone,' on the pane of her bedroom window.
My letters are so small none will ever see my missive, but there it will remain and give me strength for what I am now resigned I must do.
I'm not writing any letters to the Vatican proposing Jerome Shipton for sainthood.
Imaging of the mountain flashed off and was replaced by a screen full of colors and letters Brady didn't understand.
Dean usually devoted the solitary time behind the wheel to sorting out details of a case, putting little facts in their slots like letters in a country post office.
I saw the two or three letters in there.
It was no easy thing to learn these letters and how they are put together to make words.
One night the king sat up very late, writing letters and sending messages; and the little page was kept busy running on errands until past midnight.
Running downstairs to my mother I held up my hand and made the letters for doll.
I have read "The Frost Fairies" since, also the letters I wrote in which I used other ideas of Miss Canby's.
I even tried, without aid, to master the French pronunciation, as I found all the letters and sounds described in the book.
I took the book in my hands and tried to feel the letters with an intensity of longing that I can never forget.
When I find my work particularly difficult and discouraging, she writes me letters that make me feel glad and brave; for she is one of those from whom we learn that one painful duty fulfilled makes the next plainer and easier.
This reminds me that Dr. Hale used to give a personal touch to his letters to me by pricking his signature in braille.
I received from them gifts that have the gentle concurrence of the heart, books containing their own thoughts, soul-illumined letters, and photographs that I love to have described again and again.
Helen Keller's letters are important, not only as a supplementary story of her life, but as a demonstration of her growth in thought and expression--the growth which in itself has made her distinguished.
One cause for the excellence of her letters is the great number of them.
From the letters after the year 1892 I have culled in the spirit of one making an anthology, choosing the passages best in style and most important from the point of view of biography.
Except for two or three important letters of 1901, these selections cease with the year 1900.
The next two letters mention her visit in January to her relatives in Memphis, Tennessee.
I was very happy to receive pretty book and nice candy and two letters from you.
Like a good many of Helen Keller's early letters, this to her French teacher is her re-phrasing of a story.
This, the first of Helen's letters to Dr. Holmes, written soon after a visit to him, he published in "Over the Teacups." [Atlantic Monthly, May, 1890]
Tommy Stringer, who appears in several of the following letters, became blind and deaf when he was four years old.
Helen wrote letters to the newspapers which brought many generous replies.
All of these she answered herself, and she made public acknowledgment in letters to the newspapers.
There is a hiatus of several months in the letters, caused by the depressing effect on Helen and Miss Sullivan of the "Frost King" episode.
We guide the pencil with the right hand, and feel carefully with the forefinger of the left hand to see that we shape and space the letters correctly.
For a whole week it has been "cold and dark and dreary" in Tuscumbia, and I must confess the continuous rain and dismalness of the weather fills me with gloomy thoughts and makes the writing of letters, or any pleasant employment, seem quite impossible.
Nevertheless, I must tell you that we are alive,--that we reached home safely, and that we speak of you daily, and enjoy your interesting letters very much.
There are forty-seven letters in their alphabets.
The next two letters were written just after the death of Mr. John P. Spaulding.
As to the two-handed alphabet, I think it is much easier for those who have sight than the manual alphabet; for most of the letters look like the large capitals in books; but I think when it comes to teaching a deaf-blind person to spell, the manual alphabet is much more convenient, and less conspicuous....
I was much surprised to hear all this; for I judged from your letters that Katie was a very precocious girl....
As she explains, she is not conscious of the single letters or of separate words.
The ordinary embossed book is made with roman letters, both small letters and capitals.
These letters are of simple, square, angular design.
The small letters are about three-sixteenths of an inch high, and are raised from the page the thickness of the thumbnail.
Miss Keller has a braille writer on which she keeps notes and writes letters to her blind friends.
After Laura's education had progressed for two months with the use only of raised letters, Dr. Howe sent one of his teachers to learn the manual alphabet from a deaf-mute.
Miss Sullivan knew at the beginning that Helen Keller would be more interesting and successful than Laura Bridgman, and she expresses in one of her letters the need of keeping notes.
This with the extracts from her letters, scattered through the report, is the first valid source of information about Helen Keller.
So she consented to the publication of extracts from letters which she wrote during the first year of her work with her pupil.
These letters were written to Mrs. Sophia C. Hopkins, the only person to whom Miss Sullivan ever wrote freely.
In these letters we have an almost weekly record of Miss Sullivan's work.
But it is evident that in these letters she was making a clear analysis of what she was doing.
Here follow in order Miss Sullivan's letters and the most important passages from the reports.
Then I took the doll, meaning to give it back to her when she had made the letters; but she thought I meant to take it from her, and in an instant she was in a temper, and tried to seize the doll.
I shook my head and tried to form the letters with her fingers; but she got more and more angry.
She made the letters rapidly, and I gave her the cake, which she ate in a great hurry, thinking, I suppose, that I might take it from her.
The two letters "c-a," you see, had reminded her of Fridays "lesson"--not that she had any idea that cake was the name of the thing, but it was simply a matter of association, I suppose.
She is anxious for her friends to spell, and eager to teach the letters to every one she meets.
She has often gone with me to the post-office to mail letters, and I suppose I have repeated to her things I wrote to you.
She knew, too, that I sometimes write "letters to blind girls" on the slate; but I didn't suppose that she had any clear idea what a letter was.
I shall write freely to you and tell you everything, on one condition: It is this: you must promise never to show my letters to any one.
I am teaching Helen the square-hand letters as a sort of diversion.
She can count to thirty very quickly, and can write seven of the square-hand letters and the words which can be made with them.
She had been with me to take letters to the post-office.
I had two letters from Mr. Anagnos last week.
Her passion for writing letters and putting her thoughts upon paper grows more intense.
Neither the length of the word nor the combination of letters seems to make any difference to the child.
A slip on which was printed, in raised letters, the word BOX was placed on the object, and the same experiment was tried with a great many articles, but she did not immediately comprehend that the label-name represented the thing.
Just then I had no sentences in raised letters which she could understand; but she would sit for hours feeling each word in her book.
The letters take up the account again.
One little chap, about seven, was persuaded to learn the letters, and he spelled his name for Helen.
When she saw the braille slate and paper, she said, "I will write many letters, and I will thank Santa Claus very much."
I am too happy to write letters; but I must tell you about our visit to Cincinnati.
This extract from one of Miss Sullivan's letters is added because it contains interesting casual opinions stimulated by observing the methods of others.
In 1892 appeared the Perkins Institution report for 1891, containing a full account of Helen Keller, including many of her letters, exercises, and compositions.
She had learned the printed letters, and for some time had amused herself by making simple sentences, using slips on which the words were printed in raised letters; but these sentences had no special relation to one another.
And the fact remains that she was taught by a method of teaching language to the deaf the essential principles of which are clearly expressed in Miss Sullivan's letters, written while she was discovering the method and putting it successfully into practice.
But the extracts from Miss Sullivan's letters and from her reports, although they are clear and accurate, have not the beauty which distinguishes Miss Keller's English.
In one of his letters, speaking of how God in every way tells us of His love, he says, "I think he writes it even upon the walls of the great house of nature which we live in, that he is our Father."
It seems worth while, however, to quote from some of her chance bits of writing, which are neither so informal as her letters nor so carefully composed as her story of her life.
Here are two letters from Count Nostitz and here is one from His Highness the Archduke Ferdinand and here are these," he said, handing him several papers, "make a neat memorandum in French out of all this, showing all the news we have had of the movements of the Austrian army, and then give it to his excellency."
For more than a week preparations were being made, rough drafts of letters to Nicholas from all the household were written and copied out, while under the supervision of the countess and the solicitude of the count, money and all things necessary for the uniform and equipment of the newly commissioned officer were collected.
She had opportunities of sending her letters to the Grand Duke Constantine Pavlovich, who commanded the Guards.
And so it was decided to send the letters and money by the Grand Duke's courier to Boris and Boris was to forward them to Nicholas.
If you are going to fight a duel, and you make a will and write affectionate letters to your parents, and if you think you may be killed, you are a fool and are lost for certain.
His servant handed him a half-cut novel, in the form of letters, by Madame de Souza.
His new brethren gave him letters to the Kiev and Odessa Masons and promised to write to him and guide him in his new activity.
The coachman who had driven the old prince to town returned bringing papers and letters for Prince Andrew.
Not finding the young prince in his study the valet went with the letters to Princess Mary's apartments, but did not find him there.
He still had all the letters in his hand.
I am called in to help sort the letters and take those meant for us.
The field marshal looks on and waits for letters addressed to him.
Then he bursts into one of his wild furies and rages at everyone and everything, seizes the letters, opens them, and reads those from the Emperor addressed to others.
Every day, letters of inquiry and notices from the court arrived, and on the first of May, Denisov was ordered to hand the squadron over to the next in seniority and appear before the staff of his division to explain his violence at the commissariat office.
Two letters brought by a courier were handed to Speranski and he took them to his study.
Reading these letters, Nicholas felt a dread of their wanting to take him away from surroundings in which, protected from all the entanglements of life, he was living so calmly and quietly.
It was all dreadfully difficult and complicated; and he replied to his mother in cold, formal letters in French, beginning: "My dear Mamma," and ending: "Your obedient son," which said nothing of when he would return.
In 1810 he received letters from his parents, in which they told him of Natasha's engagement to Bolkonski, and that the wedding would be in a year's time because the old prince made difficulties.
His letters for the most part irritated her.
The more interesting his letters were the more vexed she felt.
Her letters to him, far from giving her any comfort, seemed to her a wearisome and artificial obligation.
She wrote to him formal, monotonous, and dry letters, to which she attached no importance herself, and in the rough copies of which the countess corrected her mistakes in spelling.
"And how I pity her mother," she went on; "today she showed me her accounts and letters from Penza (they have enormous estates there), and she, poor thing, has no one to help her, and they do cheat her so!"
Have you any letters of hers?
Any letters? he said, moving toward Anatole.
"First, the letters," said he, as if repeating a lesson to himself.
"Here are her letters and her portrait," said he.
Natasha was in bed, the count at the club, and Pierre, after giving the letters to Sonya, went to Marya Dmitrievna who was interested to know how Prince Andrew had taken the news.
The French alphabet, written out with the same numerical values as the Hebrew, in which the first nine letters denote units and the others tens, will have the following significance:
I have a sackful of letters to parents.
Among these letters was one from Nicholas Rostov to his father.
It was said that Prince Vasili and the old count had turned upon the Italian, but the latter had produced such letters from the unfortunate deceased that they had immediately let the matter drop.
Both letters were written from Troitsa.
They had an opportunity that day to send letters to the army, and the countess was writing to her son.
To such customary routine belonged his conversations with the staff, the letters he wrote from Tarutino to Madame de Stael, the reading of novels, the distribution of awards, his correspondence with Petersburg, and so on.
But still he and those about him retained their old habits: wrote commands, letters, reports, and orders of the day; called one another sire, mon cousin, prince d'Eckmuhl, roi de Naples, and so on.
The source of this contradiction lies in the fact that the historians studying the events from the letters of the sovereigns and the generals, from memoirs, reports, projects, and so forth, have attributed to this last period of the war of 1812 an aim that never existed, namely that of cutting off and capturing Napoleon with his marshals and his army.
He wrote letters to his daughters and to Madame de Stael, read novels, liked the society of pretty women, jested with generals, officers, and soldiers, and never contradicted those who tried to prove anything to him.
About the same time he received letters from Prince Vasili and other Petersburg acquaintances speaking of his wife's debts.
He examined the bailiff's accounts of the village in Ryazan which belonged to his wife's nephew, wrote two business letters, and walked over to the granaries, cattle yards and stables before dinner.
On reading that letter (she always read her husband's letters) Natasha herself suggested that he should go to Petersburg, though she would feel his absence very acutely.
Marked on it in bold letters were the words "Baby A" and "Baby B".
Some of the letters in the name were backward, but the date was clearly 1872.
He wrote letters to me and my mother all his life.
It was their ancestor who wrote the letters I've got!
The first three letters are SXX.
Teacher is writing letters to her friends.
Quinn had written a random series of thirty numbers and letters which Howie repeated in a bored voice.
On it, written in block letters, was Donnie Ryland.