"Shut up! All of you. We danced. That is all, and mark this, if anyone breathe a word or the edge of a word about the other things, I will come to you in the black of some terrible night, and I will bring with me a pointy reckoning that will shudder you! And you know I can do it. I saw Indians smash my dear parents' heads on the pillow next to mine. And I have seen some reddish work done at night. And I can make you wish you had never seen the sun go down!"

Monday, December 7, 2009

The Poppet

Uncle just informed me what happened. Mary Warren went over to the Proctors’ home and gave the poppet to Elizabeth. Soon after, authorities had went to their home and found the poppet. Elizabeth was taken out of the house and brought to jail. I couldn't care less. Now, I’ll have my precious John. I wonder what we’ll do with the kids though.