THE RED RUGS OF TARSUS
soft-voiced Armenian Bible woman was talk- ing with an elderly blind woman and a little blind boy. These people were in their stock- ing feet, and although I knew it was the native custom, I felt that they had left their clogs at the door out of respect to Miss Hallie's spot- less rooms. Miss Wallis gently divined fa- tigue that I did n't know was there. In a few minutes, although it was mid-morning, there was a steaming cup of tea and the paper-thin slices of bread and butter that can be made only by an Englishwoman.
The Armenian doctor asked me to take a look at the work. He gave me a high stool near his operating table. The hours of the morning flew as I watched the tender skilful handling of the cases, one after another. This is the only real medical care the people of Adana receive and it is a city of sixty thou- sand! I saw eighty-seven people come and go. Of these fifty-eight were eye cases. Miss Wallis has books for the blind, and a Bible [43]
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