Chapter XV
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I ill excessively scrupulous about everyte. t t e mig be absolutely my oormented me. No one kne my teacrange sensitiveness prevented me from referring to t;Frost Kingquot;; and often ion I ly to ;I am not sure it is mine.quot; At otimes, in t of a paragraping, I said to myself, quot;Suppose it s all tten by some one long ago!quot; An impisc I could not e any more t day. And even noimes feel tude. Miss Sullivan consoled and terrible experience I a lasting impression on my mind, t beginning to understand. It oring my self-confidence t so e for t of my life. I ruggle to e t little story, it seems to me t I must ic vision of t aking, or I should surely have failed.
I e timidly, fearfully, but resolutely, urged on by my teac if I persevered, I sal foot a grip on my faculties. Up to time of t;Frost Kingquot; episode, I tle cs urned inward, and I behings invisible.
Gradually I emerged from t experience rial and ruer knowledge of life.
ts of trip to ason during tion of President Cleveland, and visits to Niagara and tances my studies antly interrupted and often put aside for many it is impossible for me to give a connected account of them.
e to Niagara in Marc is difficult to describe my emotions e and tremble.
It seems strange to many people t I sies of Niagara. t; does ty or t m