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VEESEETORS
at Number 10, Broughton Island

A rap on the door?
I wait - was that a knock?
louder tap-tapping, yes,
someone is knocking 
at my door.  I open the door.
Three Inuit children smile
at me . . . "Veeseet,"
says the oldest one and "Veeseet, veeseet"
say the other two.  I ask them in -
They sit like wooden dolls
in a row on the chesterfield.  
I wait . . .
Finally one says, "Cookee,"
and the other two question,
"Cookee?  Cookee?"
I pass cookies.  They eat,
then leave as quietly as they came.
I realize that they know
only two English words.  It occurs
to me, too, that I don't know
even that many 
in Eskimo.

      

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Copyright 1989 by Mildred A. Rose,

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