Chapter XVI: March 6th

This morning Manm-Robert brings me something queer,--something hard tied up in a tiny piece of black cloth, with a string attached to hang it round my neck. I must wear it, she says.

--"_Ça ça yè, Manm-Robert?_"

--"_Pou empêché ou pouend laverette_" she answers. It is to keep me from catching the verette!... And what is inside it?

--"_Toua graines maïs, épi dicamfre._" (Three grains of corn, with a bit of camphor!)...