““I wish I could find him again.” And then: “I will find him again. If they don’t send me away.” “They won’t send you away,” said Miss Minton. Mrs. Carter was already waiting greedily for the next month’s allowance for Maia from the bank in Manaus. “However, it seems to me we must find a way of getting you out of doors.” She wrinkled her formidable forehead. “I think a disease might be best. Yes. Something that makes it necessary for you to go out and breathe fresh air. Even damp air. Let me think. What about pulmonary spasms?” Maia stared at her. “I’ve never heard of them.” “Well, no. I’ve just made them up.””