Nov. 14. I wish I'd never gone to Madame Mandilip's. I wouldn't have had my foot scalded. But that's
not the real reason I'm sorry. I couldn't put it in words if I tried. But I do wish I hadn't. I took the nurse's
costume down to her this afternoon. She made a little model of it very quickly. She was gay and sang me
some of the most haunting little songs. I couldn't understand the words. She laughed when I asked her
what the language was and said, "The language of the people who peeped at you from the pictures of the
book, my dear." That was a strange thing to say. How did she know I thought there were people hidden
in the pictures? I do wish I'd never gone there. She brewed some tea and poured cups for us. And then
just as she was handing me mine her elbow struck the teapot and overturned it and the scalding tea
poured right down over my right foot. It pained atrociously. She took off the shoe and stripped off the
stocking and spread salve of some sort over the scald. She said it would take out the pain and heal it