"My father dug a dumpy about fifty yards from the huts and built a
tin shed to cover it. We lived here for six months. We had colds that
did not get better, we were 'steamed' with Friar's Balsam, my legs ached
and I cried and cried, and the aunt from Dunedin visited and said
Lottie how can you put up with it, and the world was of beetles, beetles
crawling up the wall and along the ceiling and the floor and I said
Look at the beetles and my mother said Where, and I pointed to them, and
the aunt from Dunedin said, --- She's delirious. "
Janet Frame, Towards Another Summer.
