Mrs. Soher went on: "When we cleaned out the house, we found one of those awful books. No one dared to open it, yet everyone knew by its funny covers, its queer print and its yellow paper, that it was one of the 'devil's own.' My sister, who, by the way, was not very superstitious took——"
"Superlicious! what's that?" questioned the boy.
"People who don't believe in all sorts," immediately explained grandmamma.
"Now where was I? ah, my sister took the book and threw it into the fire but it did not burn!"
"Oo-oo," ejaculated Tommy.
Adèle began to be credulous. It must be borne in mind that she was only seven years old.
Grand'ma proceeded: "She snatched it again from the fire and put it on the table. Now it happened that on that very day, my brother was going to seek for shell-fish at a place called La Banque au Mouton. He said that he would take the book and place it under a big stone; then, when the tide rose, it would be covered over, and, we all hoped, altogether destroyed.
"He took it as he had promised to do (we were gone home to dinner then, for we did not care to eat in the house of a witch), and placed it, so he told us, under a big stone which he could hardly lift."
"Ah, the Evil One was caught," remarked Tommy.
"He is not caught so easily as all that," said his grandmother. "When we returned to our work, do you know what we saw?"