As I shall not have occasion to refer to Nancy again, I wish to tell here a sad experience she had soon after our arrival in Boston. She was covered with dirt-the remains of mud pies I had compelled her to eat,
although she had never shown any special liking for them. The laundress at the Perkins Institution secretly
carried her off to give her a bath. This was too much for poor Nancy. When I next saw her she was a formless
heap of cotton, which I should not have recognized at all except for the two bead eyes which looked out at
me reproachfully.
Which of the following themes is reflected in this passage?
transition from blindness to sight
loss of innocence
leaving childhood behind
love of learning