_Phoebe._ Oh, oh!

_Olive._ 'Twas a cat or a dog, and your own fear raised the cold
wind. Think no more of it, Ann. Wait a moment while I go to the
north room. I have something to show you. [_Exit_ Olive _with a
candle._

_Phoebe._ What said the black thing to you, Ann?

_Ann._ I know not.

_Nancy._ Said it not: "Serve me; serve me?"

_Ann._ I know not. I was deaf with fear.

_Phoebe._ Oh, Ann, did it have horns?

_Ann._ I tell you I know not. You pester me, child.

_Phoebe._ Did it have hoofs and a tail?

_Ann._ Be quiet, I tell you, or I'll cuff your ears.

_Nancy._ She needn't be so topping. It will be laying in wait for
her when she goes home. I'll warrant it won't let her off so easy.

_Enter_ Olive, _bringing an embroidered muslin cape. She puts it
gently over_ Ann's _shoulders._

_Ann_ (_throwing it off violently_). Oh! oh! Take it away! take it