absurd to run away and hide like a child from a witch. Yet that's precisely what I'm doing. If it weren't for
that girl-but she certainly is a neurotic! I want to go, and I just don't see why I'm behaving so.
Nov. 10. Well, I'm glad I didn't persist in that ridiculous idea. Madame Mandilip is wonderful. Of course,
there are some queer things I don't understand, but that's because she is so different from any one I've
ever met and because when I get inside her room life becomes so different. When I leave, it's like going
out of some enchanted castle into the prosiest kind of world. Yesterday afternoon I determined I'd go to
see her straight from the hospital. The moment I made up my mind I felt as though a cloud had lifted from
it. Gayer and happier than I've been for a week. When I went in the store the white girl-her name is
Laschna-stared at me as though she was going to cry. She said, in the oddest choked voice,
"Remember that I tried to save you!"