The third of March, 1887, three months before l was seven years old, was the most important day I remember in all my life. On that day, my teacher, Anne Sullivan, came to me. I felt approaching footsteps. I thought it was my mother and stretched out my hand. Someone took it, and then I was caught up and held close in the arms of the person. The morning after my teacher came she led me into her room and gave me a doll. When I had played with it a little while, Miss Sullivan slowly spelled into my hand the word "d-o-l-l". I was at once interested in this finger play and tried to imitate it. When I finally succeeded in making the letters correctly I was filled with childish pleasure and pride. Running downstairs to my mother I held up my hand end made the letters for doll. I did not know that I was spelling a word or even that words existed, I simply made my fingers go in monkey-like imitation. In the days that followed I learned to spell in this uncomprehending way many words. But my teacher had been with me several weeks before I understood that everything has a name. The teacher taught the author the word "doll" by ______.
A.writing the word on the blackboard B.asking the author to learn the word by heart C.spelling it slowly into the author’s hand D.asking the author to repeat the word after her