G'morning, I'm Beatrice May Bow but name me Beatie for short. I'm eleven years of age, though small for it, I know, for the fever. My "fairther" owns the sweet shop on Harrisson corner.
I have two brothers of my own but no "maither" to keep us. Our granny took us in an' saved us from despair at 'art. Dovey, me cousin, lives with us. For when me brother Judah took 'er in a billy cart, it went over the cliff an' it lamed 'er, an' they been betrothed an' promised ever since.
I had a vision an' it asked me did I wanna go some place else. I said yes. I was told by this voice how t'get there an' I did. Don't tell Granny, please me beg ye, she'll say I got the Gift an' I have' na an' I dunna want it! I'm fraid of what it does.
I see a ring of "bairnies" in a circle chant'n a rhyme. It went "Mudda what's that, what's that, what can it be?" then one "bairnie" on 'er own said "the wind in the trees, the wind in the leaves." An' then the ring repeat'd what they said, an' Mudda said "the horse in the stall, the cow in the byre." When it was her turn to speak again, she said "It's Beatie Bow risen from the dead" an' they all ran scream'n like the Hell of Hades was after 'em.
Beatie Bow, that's me name an I'm bustin' to find out how the little "bairnies" knew me name.