immediately. It did stop the pain, and when I came home I could hardly believe my eyes. Job wouldn't
believe it had really been scalded. Madame Mandilip was terribly distressed about it. At least she
seemed to be. I wonder why she didn't go to the door with me as usual. She didn't. She stayed in the
room. The white girl, Laschna, was close to the door when I went out into the store. She looked at the
bandage on my foot and I told her it had been scalded but Madame had dressed it. She didn't even say
she was sorry. As I went out I looked at her and said a bit angrily, "Goodbye." Her eyes filled with tears
and she looked at me in the strangest way and shook her head and said "Au 'voir!" I looked at her again
as I shut the door and the tears were rolling down her cheeks. I wonder-why? (I wish I had never gone
to Madame Mandilip!!!!)
Nov. 15. Foot all healed. I haven't the slightest desire to return to Madame Mandilip's. I shall never go