My teacher brought me my that,and I knew we were going out into the warm sunshine.We walked down the path to the well-house.Some one was drawing water,and my teacher placed my hand under the spout.As the cool stream gushed over onn hand,she spell into the other the word "water," first slowly,then rapidly.I stood still; my whole attentiom was fixed upon the movements of her finger. suddenly i seemed to remember something i had forgotten - a thril of returning thought - and the mystery of language was revealed to me. i knew then that the "w-a-t-e-r" meant that wonderful cool something that was flowing over my hand. that living word awakened my soul and set it free.