Be clean, then!--rot, before you do
A thing they'd not believe of you!'"

HELEN KELLER
--Girl's Day
--Seeing

Her Wonderful Experience Furnishes an Inspiring Thought for Girls'
Day.

THE LESSON--That our physical eyes cannot reveal to us the precious
gifts of God; only our spiritual eyes can tell us of His loving
kindness.

Helen Keller's wondrous life is full of inspiration, and a study of it
will provide the conscientious teacher with many helpful thoughts.
The illustration is especially appropriate for Girls' Day.

~~The Talk.~~

"It happens very often that two people look at the same thing at the
same time, and each of the two sees something entirely different from
the other. Somebody has described the optimist as the man who sees the
doughnut, while the pessimist sees nothing but the hole. So, also, you
and I might see before us nothing but an unshapely block of marble,
while the sculptor would see the angel in the stone!

"All of this proves to us that what we see doesn't depend upon our
eyesight, but upon the mind which is back of the eyesight and which
receives the impressions not only through the eyes but through the
senses of hearing, tasting, smelling and feeling. In fact, our eyes
and our ears may be tightly closed--we may be totally deaf and
blind--and still we may be able to 'see' things more clearly than we
might with our eyesight and our hearing.

"We have all heard about Helen Keller, the deaf and blind girl. I will
draw an outline of her portrait. [Draw Fig. 124, with eye closed,
complete.]

[Illustration: Fig. 124]

"This young woman has been deprived of her eyesight and hearing ever
since she was a young child, and yet her ability to learn, to
comprehend, to understand, to really 'see,' is developed to such a
high degree that she is advanced far beyond most well-educated people
who possess all of their natural faculties.

"Helen Keller, now grown to womanhood, has written many wonderful
things. Here is one of them: 'It does not matter where we are, so long
as we have light in our hearts and make our dark ways ring with the
music of burdens cheerfully borne and tasks bravely filled. They say
life is a closed book to me. One critic doubted that I could feel the
sun, and I believe he thought others felt it for me. But if, indeed, I
had so little share as that in the life of others, it would still be
true that

"'The least flower with brimming cup