Miss Beam led me to one of the bandaged girls. Here's a gentleman come to talk to you, said Miss Beam and left us. Don't you ever peep? I asked the girl. Oh no! she exclaimed. That would be cheating! But I had no idea it was so awful to be blind. you can't see a thing. You feel you are going to be hit by something every moment. It's such a relief just to sit down. Are you helpers kind to you? I asked. Fairly. But they are not as careful as I shall be when it is my turn. Those that have been blind already are the best helpers. It's perfectly ghastly not to see. I wish you'd try. Shall I lead you anywhere? I asked. "Oh, yes" she said. Let's go for a little walk. Only you must tell me about things. I shall be so glad when today is over. The other bad days can't be half as bad as this. Having a leg tide up and hopping about on a crutch is almost fun, I guess. Having an arm tied up is a bit more troublesome, because you can't eat without help, and things like deaf for a day-at least not much. But being blind is do frightening. My head aches all the time just from worrying that I'll get hurt. Where are we now? In the playground, I said. We're walking towards the house. Miss Beam is walking up and down the garden with a tall girl. What is the girl wearing? my little friend asked. A blue cotton skirt and a pink blouse. I thing it's Millie? she said. What colour is her hair? Very light, I said. Yes that's Millie. She's the head Girl. There's an old man tying up roses, I said. Yes that's Peter. He's the gardener. He's hundreds of years old! And here comes a girl with curly red hair. She's on crutches.