Jane Woods On yesterday evening I got Emma to watch my child. I walk off when I came back I saw Mary . . . playing with my child. . . I made her put it down. I went into the next room -- presently I heard my child scream. I ran into the next room -- and there was Mary with my child in her arms. I took it. It cried tell it died a shot time afterward. Mary laughed picked up her child and left.
Mary Ellen McKay: I has this child yesterday evening playing with it. Emma was in the house had the child here in the piazza I put it upon the banister here. I [illegible] on the banister too playing with it. I had never lay things up there. The child fell off and its head struck the coroner of the steps below. I picked it up at once and took it to Emma. It kept crying. I picked up my child and went home. I did not push it off. I loved it. . .