February 7, 1692 Dear Little Book, Oh,dear Lord! Help not only my beloved town of Salem,but me as well! When Reverend Parris came,he turned my life completely upside down.Mother had invited him in for tea.After a few sips of tea,the reverend spoke."I regret to imform you, Mrs.Harris,but Rebecca has been acused of witch craft,"he said calmly."She'll have to have a trial". "NO!"Mother screamed."My Rebecca is no witch!" "I'm sorry.But if you don't allow me to take her,you shall be arrested," Reverend Parris exclaimed. So here I am. Alone in a cell. I'm lucky I had time to grab you before I left.The reverend is calling. Must go. Midnight... It wasn't the reverend at all!It was Marrett and Father! "Rebecca,I know who put you here. Marrett said.'Twas Martha," "Why would she do that!?"I asked."I don't know,"he answered."But your Father and I are going to get you out of here, Worry not." I thanked them both,but I'm still so afraid!