bones. This witch-work makes them to creep with chills like long
snakes.

_Olive._ They say my mother will soon be hanged, and I perchance a
witch, and the cause of it. I cannot get over it. (_Moves away from
them._) If I be a witch, I shall hurt thee, as I perchance have
hurt them. [_Weeps._

_Paul._ Olive Corey, what is that?

_Olive_ (_looking up_). What? What mean you, Paul? [Nancy _and_
Phoebe _stare._

_Paul._ There, over the cupboard. Is it--Yes, 'tis--cobwebs. I
trow I never saw such a sight in Goodwife Corey's house before.

_Olive._ I will brush them down, Paul.

_Paul_ (_looking at the floor_). And I doubt me much if the floor
has been swept up this week past, and the hearth is all strewn with
ashes. I trow Goodwife Corey would weep could she see her house
thus.

_Olive._ I will get the broom, Paul.

_Paul._ I know well thou hast not spun this last week, that the
cream is too far gone to be churned, and the cheeses have not been
turned.

_Nancy._ 'Tis so, Paul; and there's no sweet-cake in the house,