bit sorry she had said what she had.
"Now I think of it though, Harriet acted rather funny after that. She'd be gay and then she'd be-well, sort
of thoughtful. About ten days ago she came home with a bandage around her foot. The right foot? Yes.
She said she'd been having tea with the woman she'd gotten Diana's doll from. The teapot upset and the
hot tea had poured down on her foot. The woman had put some salve on it right away, and now it didn't
hurt a bit.
"'But I think I'll put something on it I know something about,' she told me. Then she slipped off her
stocking and began to strip the bandage. I'd gone into the kitchen and she called to me to come and look
at her foot.
"'It's queer,' she said. 'That was a bad scald, Job. Yet it's practically healed. And that salve hasn't been