January 25, 1692 Dear Little Book, I woke up early this morning so that I may slip away unnoticed for awhile. As I arrived at Old Myr's house, her lamps were already burning. When I knocked on the door, she was very surprised to see me. "Why Rebecca!" she said, "What on earth are you doing out so early? It may not be safe for you to be here my child. I've heard what happened with Martha yesterday morn." "Yes," I said. " That's what I wanted to speak with you about. It will only take a moment. I must be off back home soon." I asked her what she knew of the situation, and she began to tell me. Oh there is so much to write Little Book (and I am so sleepy!) but I will see if I can be brief: Martha came by Old Myr's house much more than I thought. Old Myr said that Martha was very interested in the herbs that she grew and how they were prepared, and in the fantastic stories that Old Myr could tell. However, Old Myr said she began to see a change in Martha. An "unhealthy restlessness" she called it. As if her life of church and chores and bible study were becoming tiresome. Believe it or not Little Book, but Old Myr thinks she is just doing this for her own entertainment! But even before I could take this all in, there was a loud banging at Old Myr's door. She put her fingers to her lips and bade me to be quiet. As I hid away, she opened the door only to find a notice from the church for her to stand trial " for witchcraft." It was awful! She told me to leave for my own safety and told me not to worry. I fed the chickens and finished my outdoor-chores before coming in the house. No one had missed me. I was almost bursting to tell Mother about Old Myr, but I knew she would ask how I had found out- and I couldn't tell her where I had been. She would be so angry with me! But I did not have to wait long. By the afternoon, Mother pulled me aside to tell me that Old Myr was going to stand trial and that not only Martha, but yet another girl named Elizabeth Potter had become afflicted and was accusing her as well. This is terrible. How could Martha do this? And now Elizabeth too?