January 27, 1692 Dear Little Book, I have no idea where to begin. Today was awful in many ways. I went to the trial of Old Myr today. Mother told me I should not, I wish I would have listened to her. Old Myr was on the stand, showing no emotion. I wanted to shout out something but even if I could what would I say? Martha accused Old Myr of being a witch over and over again. I could not take it so I walked out of the church. I walked out on the trail and guess who followed me? Marret Johnson. He said he would walk me home, not wanting to be alone I said thank you. We walked in silence for a little while, then he said "tis awful, what they are doing. I believed for a little while, in witches and curses but now I realize it tis wrong . Rebecca did you know they are going to hang the witches?" I could not believe what he just said, I broke into tears and Marret said he was sorry for upsetting me. I told him it was not his fault. He took my arm and I cried until I got to my front door. " If you need me, please get me." Marret said quickly, and kissed my hand as he was leaving. I just went to my room and stayed there. At dinner mother called me - but I could not come to the table, my head hurt too much. Mother gave me some powder, and now I feel that I must rest. Dear little book Good night.