_Hathorne._ Hath your mistress a familiar?

_Nancy._ Hey?

_Hathorne._ Have you ever seen any strange thing with her?

_Nancy._ She hath a yellow bird which sits on her cap when she
churns.

_Hathorne._ What else have you seen with her?

_Nancy._ A thing like a cat, only it went on two legs. It clawed up
the chimbly, and the soot fell down, and Goody Corey set me to
sweeping on't up on the Lord's day.

_Giles._ Out upon ye, ye lying old jade!

_Hathorne._ Silence! Nancy, you may go to your place. Phoebe Morse,
come hither.

[Phoebe Morse _approaches with her apron over her face, sobbing. She
has her doll under her arm._

_Hathorne._ Cease weeping, child. Tell me how your aunt Corey
treats you. Hath she ever taught you otherwise than you have learned
in your catechism?

_Phoebe_ (_weeping_). I don't know. Oh, Aunt Corey, I didn't mean
to! I took the pins out of my doll, I did. Don't whip me for it.