_Olive._ Oh, Ann, I hurt thee?

_Ann._ There is a flock of yellow birds around her head.

[Olive _moves her head involuntarily, and looks up._

_Afflicted Girls._ See her look at them!

_Hathorne._ What say you to that, Olive?

_Olive._ I did not see them.

_Hathorne._ Ann Hutchins, did you see this maid walking in the wood
with a black man last week?

_Ann._ Yes, your worship.

_Hathorne._ How did he go?

_Ann._ In black clothes, and he had white hair.

_Hathorne._ How went the accused?

_Ann._ She went in her flowered petticoat, and the flowers stood
out, and smelt like real ones; her kerchief shone like a cobweb in
the grass in the morning, and gold sparks flew out of her hair.
Goody Corey fixed her up so with her devilish arts to trap Paul
Bayley.