"Heem lee'l girl so seek she goin' die." "Little Marie?
She is sick--dying, you say ?" cried Josephine.
"Aha.

She ver' dam' seek.

She burn up lak fire." Josephine looked up at Philip.
"I knew she was sick," she said.

"But I didn't think it was so bad.

If she dies it will be my fault.