138 AN ESKIMO VILLAGE 



bubbling over the stove and at the crackling fire 

 that the blind woman was mending with sticks. And 

 I looked at the poor crouching figure of the para- 

 lysed girl, and I thought to myself: "Surely 

 Juliana is helping this afflicted one, and not she 

 helping Juliana." "To help you!" said I. 



"Yes," said Juliana, "for Ernestina is my 

 eyes." 



