Stories of Childhood

rk Institution for the Blind, two small but pleasant parks, full of trees and

owers, I chanced to be walking there, and I heard the little gate opening and shutting, opening and shutting; rattle went the chain, then bang went the gate, until suddenly, a

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s here, with these long pretty

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over a little coat cover

a little boy; but

Little Jakey;

ed! and pray, when

the post again, and the gate went flying to and fr

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are you

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ake my eyes, my moder say

oing to school

live on ze top ze line, I know him, ven I put my fing-er on him; hees name bees A; and von

ou the letters

. But not much I go in ze school. I come down here mit ze birds in ze trees. Up to ze house ze birds not go. Eddy and Villy,

the bird

he sing. Sometimes some oder birds come in ze tree, and zey sing mit him; but all ze time he sing. I vish I sing like ze birds. I vish I have vings, and I go vay high in ze sky, vare ze stars be. Gott make ze stars, and Georgy say

is that, Jakey?

dot? Himmel bees

gate in my arms, and nearly

ed his little creeping fingers reading there every thought in my heart; and finally,

you,-you

speak, my voice was so choked with tears. Perceiving this, he rest

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away, across the park, to a seat under the big mulberry, where I held him long and lovingly on my lap, as