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the visible world thus for the first time opened to her. On 

 the third day she observed the doors on the opposite side of 

 the street, and asked if they were red, but they were in fact 

 of an oak colour. In the evening she looked at her brother's 

 face, and said that she saw his nose ; he asked her to touch 

 it, which she did ; he then slipped a handkerchief over his 

 face, and asked her to look again, when she playfully pulled it 

 off, and asked, " What is that ?" 



On the sixth day, she told us that she saw better than she 

 had done on any preceding day ; " but I cannot tell what I 

 do see ; I am quite stupid." She seemed indeed bewildered 

 from not being able to combine the knowledge acquired by 

 the senses of touch and sight, and felt disappointed in not 

 having the power of distinguishing at once by her eye, objects 

 which she could so readily distinguish from one another by 

 feeling them. 



On the seventh day she took notice of the mistress of the 

 house in which she lodged, and observed that she was tall. 

 She asked what the colour of her gown was ? to which she 

 was answered, that it was blue : " so is that thing on your 

 head," she then observed ; which was the case : M and your 

 handkerchief, that is a different colour ;" which was also cor- 

 rect. She added, " I see you pretty well, I think." The tea- 

 cups and saucers underwent an examination : " what are they 

 like ?" her brother asked her. " I don't know," she replied ; 

 " they look very queer to me ; but I can tell what they are 

 in a minute when I touch them." She distinguished an orange 

 on the chimney-piece, but could form no notion of what it was 

 till she touched it. She seemed now to have become more 

 cheerful, and entertained greater expectation of comfort from 

 her admission into the visible world ; and she was very san- 

 guine that she would find her newly acquired faculty of more 

 use to her when she returned home, where every thing was 

 familiar to her. 



On the eighth day, she asked her brother, when at dinner, 

 " what he was helping himself to ?" and when she was told 

 it was a glass of port wine, she replied, " port wine is dark, 

 and looks to me very ugly." She observed, when candles 

 were brought into the room, her brother's face in the mirror, 



