Makum yo' heap cry all time.

Makeum yo' heart bad." She cackled, and leered with vile significance toward the girl in the doorway.
"Don't you listen to her, honey." It was Phoebe's turn to reassure.
Good Indian took a step forward, his face white with rage.

Viney saw him first, muttered an Indian word of warning, and the three sprang up and backed away from his approach.
"So you've got to call me a murderer!" he cried, advancing threateningly upon Hagar.

"And even that doesn't satisfy you.

You--" Evadna rushed up the steps like a crisp little whirlwind, and caught his arm tightly in her two hands.
"Grant! We don't believe a word of it.