But my Uncle's child said very strange things sometimes, and looked very strange, and went on very strange, and was very strange altogether.

My Uncle's child made people's blood run cold, some times, she did!' 'How ?' asked Berry.
'I wouldn't have sat up all night alone with Betsey Jane!' said Mrs Wickam, 'not if you'd have put Wickam into business next morning for himself.

I couldn't have done it, Miss Berry.
Miss Berry naturally asked why not?
But Mrs Wickam, agreeably to the usage of some ladies in her condition, pursued her own branch of the subject, without any compunction.
'Betsey Jane,' said Mrs Wickam, 'was as sweet a child as I could wish to see.

I couldn't wish to see a sweeter.

Everything that a child could have in the way of illnesses, Betsey Jane had come through.