_Olive._ Where go you to-morrow, Paul?

_Paul._ To Boston, for a week's time or more.

_Olive._ Oh, Paul, there may be Injuns on the Boston path! Thou
wilt be wary?

_Paul_ (_laughing_). Have no fear for me, sweetheart. I shall have
my musket.

_Olive._ A week?

_Paul._ 'Tis a short time, but long enough to need sweetening with
a kiss when folk are absent from one another.

_Olive_ (_kisses him_). Oh, be careful, Paul!

_Paul._ Fear not for me, sweetheart, but do thou too be careful,
for sometimes danger sneaks at home, when we flee it abroad. Keep
away from this witchcraft folly. Good-by, sweetheart. [_They part._
Olive _sets a candle in the window after_ Paul's _exit. Nine-o'clock
bell still rings as curtain falls._


Scene II.--_Twelve o'clock at night. Living-room at_ Giles Corey's
_house, lighted only by the moon and low fire-light. Enter_ Nancy
Fox _with a candle,_ Phoebe _following with a large rag doll._
Nancy _sets the candle on the dresser._

_Nancy._ Be ye sure that Goody Corey is asleep, and Goodman Corey?