Mother tells me I shouldn't talk to strangers like this, but I think she secretly likes it when I come home with stories she can tell to her own friends. Like when I found out about the rotting deer behind the Haggis's home.

Although, I wasn't talking to strangers that time to find that out, I suppose... I was watching Widow Seymour from the edge of our property. See, she was running about much earlier than I knew she should have been. She told me about the dead deer on her way to the doctor. She had to go to the doctor, you see, because Mr. Haggis didn't even remember killing the deer. Widow Seymour said he was sick in the head.

Mother and I love talking about stories like the dead deer, and how it ended up there, and why Mr. Haggis wouldn't remember killing it. We always conclude that it's witchcraft.

I think Mother just likes knowing things about other people and talking about them to her friends. That's not why I find things out about everyone, though.

I don't want us to be known as the village gossips, since gossiping is a sin, but witchcraft is a sin that actually kills people. I would rather be a gossip in order to find and stop a witch, than be ignorant and die because of it. I think God can understand that, right? God said that he has no mercy for witchcraft or people who summon spirits, and if He led me to see something that helps to uncover one of those people, then I'm doing His work by telling others.

I try not to enjoy attention when I do get it. I like the thought of being important enough that others think and talk about me when I am not around, but too much attention makes me nervous. If someone begins to pay too much attention to me, I would be wary of them.