_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!)...