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I think that must have been also the last special attention I received from him； for a little sister appeared soon after； whose coming was announced to me with the accompaniment of certain mysterious hints about my nose being out of joint。 I examined that feature carefully in the looking glass； but could not discover anything usual about it。 It was quite beyond me to imagine that our innocent little baby could have anything to do with the possible disfigurement of my face； but she did absorb the fondness of the whole family； myself included； and she became my father's playmate and darling； the very apple of his eye。 I used sometimes to wish I were a baby too； so that he would notice me； but gradually I accepted the situation。
Aunt Hannah used her kitchen or her sitting room for a schoolroom； as best suited her convenience。 We were delighted observers of her culinary operations and other employments。 If a baby's head nodded； a little bed was made for it on a soft 〃comforter〃 in the corner； where it had its nap out undisturbed。 But this did not often happen； there were so many interesting things going on that we seldom became sleepy。
Aunt Hannah was very kind and motherly； but she kept us in fear of her ferule； which indicated to us a possibility of smarting palms。 This ferule was shaped much like the stick with which she stirred her hasty pudding for dinner；I thought it was the same； and I found myself caught in a whirlwind of family laughter by reporting at home that 〃Aunt Hannah punished the scholars with the pudding…stick。〃
There was one colored boy in school； who did not sit on a bench； like the rest； but on a block of wood that looked like a backlog turned endwise。 Aunt Hannah often called him a 〃blockhead；〃 and I supposed it was because he sat on that block。 Sometimes； in his absence； a boy was made to sit in his place for punishment； for being a 〃blockhead 〃 too； as I imagined。 I hoped I should never be put there。 Stupid little girls received a different treatment； an occasional rap on the head with the teacher's thimble； accompanied with a half…whispered； impatient ejaculation； which sounded very much like 〃Numskull！〃 I think this was a rare occurrence； however； for she was a good…natured； much…enduring woman。
One of our greatest school pleasures was to watch Aunt Hannah spinning on her flax…wheel； wetting her thumb and forefinger at her lips to twist the thread； keeping time； meanwhile； to some quaint old tune with her foot upon the treadle。
A verse of one of her hymns； which I never heard anybody else sing； resounds in the farthest corner of my memory yet：〃
〃Whither goest thou； pilgrim stranger； Wandering through this lowly vale？ Knowest thou not 't is full of danger？ And will not thy courage fail？〃
Then a little pause； and the refrain of the answer broke in with a change； quick and jubilant； the treadle moving more rapidly； also： …
〃No； I'm bound for the kingdom！ Will you go to glory with me？ Hallelujah！ Praise the Lord！〃
I began to go to school when I was about two years old； as other children about us did。 The mothers of those large families had to resort to some means of keeping their little ones out of mischief； while they attended to their domestic duties。 Not much more than that sort of temporary guardianship was expected of the good dame who had us in charge。
But I learned my letters in a few days； standing at Aunt Hannah's knee while she pointed them out in the spelling…book with a pin； skipping over the 〃a b abs 〃 into words of one and two syllables； thence taking a flying leap into the New Testament； in which there is concurrent family testimony that I was reading at the age of two years and a half。 Certain it is that a few passages in the Bible； whenever I read them now； do not fail to bring before me a vision of Aunt Hannah's somewhat sternly smiling lips； with her spectacles just above them； far down on her nose； encouraging me to pronounce the hard words。 I think she tried to choose for me the least difficult verses； or perhaps those of which she was herself especially fond。 Those which I distinctly recall are the Beatitudes； the Twenty…third Psalm； parts of the first and fourteenth chapters of the Gospel of St。 John； and the thirteenth chapter of the First Epistle to the Corinthians。
I liked to say over the 〃Blesseds；〃the shortest ones best； about the meek and the pure in heart； and the two 〃In the beginnings；〃 both in Genesis and John。 Every child's earliest and proudest Scriptural conquest in school was； almost as a matter of course； the first verse in the Bible。
But the passage which I learned first； and most delighted to repeat after Aunt Hannah；I think it must have been her favorite too；was； 〃Let not your heart be troubled。 In my Father's house are many mansions。〃
The Voice in the Book seemed so tender！ Somebody was speaking who had a heart； and who knew that even a little child's heart was sometimes troubled。 And it was a Voice that called us somewhere； to the Father's house； with its many mansions； so sunshiny and so large。
It was a beautiful vision that came to me with the words；I could see it best with my eyes shut；…a great； dim Door standing ajar； opening out of rosy morning mists； overhung with swaying vines and arching boughs that were full of birds； and from beyond the Door； the ripple of running waters； and the sound of many happy voices； and above them all the One Voice that was saying； 〃I go to prepare a place for you。〃 The vision gave me a sens
of freedom； fearless and infinite。 What was there to be afraid of anywhere？ Even we little children could see the open door of our Father's house。 We were playing around its threshold now； and we need never wander out of sight of it。 The feeling was a vague one； but it was like a remembrance。 The spacious mansions were not far away。 They were my home。 I had known them； and should return to them again。
This dim half…memory； which perhaps comes to all children； I had felt when younger still； almost before I could walk。 Sitting on the floor in a square of sunshine made by an open window； the leaf…shadows from great boughs outside dancing and wavering around me； I seemed to be talking to them and they to me in unknown tongues； that left within me an ecstasy yet unforgotten。 These shadows had brought a message to me from an unseen Somewhere； which my baby heart was to keep forever。 The wonder of that moment often returns。 Shadow…traceries of bough and leaf still seem to me like the hieroglyphics of a lost language。
The stars brought me the same feeling。 I remember the surprise they were to me； seen for the first time。 One evening； just before I was put to bed； I was taken in somebody's armsmy sister's； I thinkoutside the door； and lifted up under the dark； still； clear sky； splendid with stars； thicker and nearer earth than they have ever seemed since。 All my little being shaped itself into a subdued delighted 〃Oh！〃 And then the exultant thought flitted through the mind of the reluctant child； as she was carried in； 〃Why； that is the roof of the house I live in。〃 After that I always went to sleep happier for the feeling that the stars were outside there in the dark； though I could not see them。
I did firmly believe that I came from some other country to this； I had a vague notion that we were all here on a journey；that this was not the place where we really belonged。 Some of the family have told me that before I could talk plainly； I used to run about humming the sentence
〃My father and mother Shall come unto the land；〃
sometimes varying it with；
〃My brothers and sisters Shall come unto the land；〃
Nobody knew where I had caught the words； but I chanted them so constantly that my brother wrote them down； with chalk； on the under side of a table； where they remained for years。 My thought about that other land may have been only a baby's dream； but the dream was very real to me。 I used to talk； in sober earnest； about what happened 〃before I was a little girl； and came here to live〃； and it did seem to me as if I remembered。
But I was hearty and robust； full of frolicsome health； and very fond of the matter…of…fact world I lived in。 My sturdy little feet felt the solid earth beneath them。 I grew with the sprouting grass； and enjoyed my life as the buds and birds seemed to enjoy theirs。 It was only as if the bud and the bird and the dear warm earth knew； in the same dumb way that I did； that all their joy and sweetness came to them out of the sky。
These recollections； that so distinctly belong the baby Myself； before she could speak her thoughts； though clear and vivid； are difficult to put into shape。 But other grown…up children； in looking back； will doubtless see many a trailing cloud of glory； that lighted their unconscious infancy from within and from beyond。
I was quite as literal as I was visionary in my mental renderings of the New Testament； read at Aunt Hannah's knee。 I was much taken with the sound of words； without any thought of their meaninga habit not always outgrown with childhood。 The 〃sounding brass and tinkling cymbals；〃 for instance； in the Epistle to the Corinthians； seemed to me things to be greatly desired。 〃Charity〃 was an abstract idea。 I did not know what it mean