arthur, something ought to be done for that child.
'-thy, this ver-t famous perkins school in poston; they're just supposed to do wonders.
what, child? obviously not hearing, helen commences to go around from person to person, tapping her eyes, but no one attends or understands.
why, she's your sister, james, not a nobody --
helena my buttons.
my goodness me, i'm not decent.
oh, i've a mind to write to boston myself. if that school can't help her, maybe they'll know somebody who can.