until she found what she was looking for. A moment later the smell of camphor filled the small cell. It was a particularly nasty medicine that Ma would apply to Elizaâs skin when she had a rash or a bug bite.
Eliza opened her eyes to watch Ma pull out a little brush and begin painting the cell bars with the medicine.
âWhat are you doing, Ma?â Eliza asked, yawning as if she had been awakened.
If Ma was startled, she didnât show it. She kept brushing, up and down and around the bars. âNever you mind, Eliza. Go back to sleep.â
Eliza closed her eyes, pretending to sleep. Then Ma put on her nightdress and got into bed. For a long time, Eliza heard a faint murmuring. Ma was praying.
Eliza wanted to sit up and say, Praying wonât help us if Pa puts himself in choleraâs way. But she held her tongue and bided her time. As soon as Ma fell asleep, Eliza was going to find Pa in the infirmary and tell him exactly what she thought.
T he âinfirmaryâ wasnât much different from Elizaâs cell except that it was bigger and had four cots with proper sheets on them. The room was at the end of the hall, farthest fromthe noise of the street. A thick curtain hung in the doorway.
It must be almost midnight by now. The jail was quiet except for Lucyâs moans. Eliza slid quietly up to the cell door and pulled the curtain aside. The room was ablaze with light from two lanterns. Pa sat on a wooden stool next to the bed, and he was washing Lucyâs face with a small towel. When he moved, his shadow flitted wildly across the white walls.
Lucy started to vomit. Pa grabbed a bucket. Lucy threw up just a little thick liquidâshe must not have anything left in her stomach. Elizaâs stomach roiled too, and she tasted a little sick in her mouth. She must have made a sound because Pa glanced behind him. His eyes went wide when he saw Eliza.
âWhat are you doing here?â he shouted. âGet out!â
âPa, I need to talk to you,â Eliza said, and started to walk into the infirmary.
âFor Godâs sake, Eliza, stay away.â
âIf itâs not safe for me, then itâs not safe for you.â
Suddenly Elizaâs arm was grabbed so hard it almost jerked out of the socket. Her mother dragged Eliza out the door.
âMa, youâre hurting me.â
âWhat are you doing here?â Ma demanded.
âI wanted to tell Pa that he shouldnât nurse Lucy. Cholera is too dangerous.â
She stared defiantly, daring Ma to lie.
Ma loosened her hold. âHow do you know about the cholera?â
âWhy didnât you tell me?â Eliza shot back.
âYouâre a child. Your pa and I will decide what you need to know.â She pointed down the hall, and Eliza marched back to the cell, with her mother right behind her. Ma pushed Eliza in and carefully closed the door. Eliza frowned as Ma pulled a key from her pocket and locked the door.
âBut we never lock the door!â Eliza protested.
âWe do tonight,â her mother snapped. âYou are going to stay put until morning. We donât have time to worry about you.â
âMa!â Eliza rattled the cell door. The smell of camphor set her eyes to watering. âMa, let me out.â The fading sound of her motherâs footsteps was her only answer.
C HAPTER Eleven
A CLANG OF METAL ON METAL WOKE E LIZA WITH A START . P A stood in the cellâs open doorway looking as though he hadnât slept at all. Lizzie was curled up against Elizaâs back, but Ma was nowhere to be seen.
âGood morning, Eliza,â Pa said.
âWhereâs Ma?â she asked. Moving gingerly away from Lizzie, Eliza got to her feet, her back stiff from the thin straw bed. She peered behind Pa in the dim light. âShe locked me in!â
âNow, Eliza, your ma only did what I would have done,â her father warned. âYou should never have been in the