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 was feeling well enough to eat the pears.
I never eat any breakfast.
I did not hear her go or come back, but I supposed she went.
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.
I have been away a great deal in the daytime, occasionally at night.
When I first came down stairs, for two or three minutes I went down cellar to the water closet.
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.
