‘Missy Liz not one of our sort,’ said Jessica. ‘She allays berry quiet and gentle, but I guess she feel same as rest.’
‘Does she know about dat baby at de bungalow?’
‘I ’spect she knows eberyting, and dat dese low niggers say it is her chile: same as Massa Courcelles did! Poor Miss Lizzie, she’s too good for us. She oughter run a knife into him and the chile too.’
‘That’s so,’ cried Jerusha; ‘and dat’s what I will do for her! I full of revenge, Jessica. I like to get up some night and fire de Oleander Bungalow, and burn dat man in his bed! I like to stick him wid knife, same as pig—an’ to make him drink poison water till he die.’
‘Better give him de obeah water—dat safe and silent,’ replied the nurse; ‘but you must do it secret, Jerusha. You mustn’t tell anybody but me.’
‘I telling no one; but I watch and wait, and I hab my revenge. I swear it on my little Henri’s head!’ said Jerusha solemnly.
CHAPTER IX.
