away!

_Olive._ Why, Ann, what ails you?

_Ann._ Take it away, I say! What mean you by your cursed arts?

_Olive._ Why, Ann! I have been saving a long time to buy it for
you. 'Tis like my last summer's cape that you fancied so much. I
sent by father to Boston for it.

_Ann._ I need it not.

_Olive._ I thought 'twould suit well with your green gown.

_Ann._ 'Twill suit well enough with a green gown, but not with a
sore heart.

_Nancy._ I miss my guess but it 'll suit well enough with her heart
too. I trow that's as green as her gown; green's the jealous color.

_Olive._ You be all unstrung by your walk hither through the wood,
Ann. I'll fold the cape up nicely for you, and you can take it when
you go home. And mind you wear it next Sabbath day, sweet. Now I
must to my wheel again, or I shall not finish my stint by nine
o'clock.

_Ann._ Your looks show that you were up later than nine o'clock
last night.

_Phoebe._ Oh, Ann, did you see the light in the fore room?