
Last winter when I was coming home from church one Thursday evening, I saw somebody run around the house again. I told my father of that.

I had no occasion for an apron on that morning.

I can't do anything in a minute.

I did not hear her go or come back, but I supposed she went.

I was feeling well enough to eat the pears.

I never eat any breakfast.

I said I thought first I was on the stairs; then I remembered I was in the kitchen when he came in.

I don't know whether Mrs. Borden is out or in; I wish you would see if she is in her room.

She told me she had a note, somebody was sick.

I was on the stairs coming down when she let him in.

I think he came to the front door and rang the bell, and Maggie let him in, and he said he had forgotten his key; so I think she must have been down stairs.

My door was open part of the time, and part of the time I tried to get a nap and their voices annoyed me, and I closed it. I kept it open in summer more or less, and closed in winter.

I always went to my sister, because she was older and had the care of me after my mother died.

Go for Dr. Bowen as soon as you can. I think father is hurt.

I don't know what I have said. I have answered so many questions and I am so confused I don't know one thing from another. I am telling you just as nearly as I know.

I thought I would go out, and see if the air would make me feel any better.

When I first came down stairs, for two or three minutes I went down cellar to the water closet.

I have been away a great deal in the daytime, occasionally at night.

I knew there was an old axe down cellar; that is all I knew.

She said she was going out, and would get the dinner. That is the last I saw her, or said anything to her.

Oh, Mrs. Churchill, do come over, someone has killed father.

I was not up stairs when he came home; no, sir.

I did not see his face, because he was all covered with blood.