Mrs. Putnam:it takes on my soul, but who else may surely tell us what person murdered my babies
Mrs. Putnam: They were murdered, Mr. Parris! And mark this proof! Mark it! Last night my Ruth were ever so close to their little spirits; I know it, sir. For how else is she struck dumb now except some power of darkness would stop her mouth? It is a marvelous sign, Mr. Parris!
Rebecca: Goody ann! you sent a child to conjure up the dead?
Mrs. Putnam: Let God Blame me, Not you, not you, Rebecca! ill not have you judging me any more
Is it a natural work to lose seven children before they live a day