TABITHA
(calling).
Renounce! There are berries here! Yet not so many as Goodwife Prudence
Hubbard bade us bring. Perhaps 'tis too near the edge of the town, and
others have been before us.

RENOUNCE
(entering from left).
Others before us--Do you mean witches, Tabitha?

TABITHA.
Hush! Speak not that word! There are no witches flying in the daytime!

RENOUNCE
(wide-eyed).
But at night, Tabitha, who can tell how many witches may be abroad?
Dost thou not know that this is ofttimes called the "Witches' Wood" and
Holdfast Bradford says that on the stroke of midnight 'tis here that
they foregather. Canst thou not picture them whirling over the tree-
tops?

TABITHA (with a cry).
Be still, Renounce Wilton! Oh, what was that? (Clutches her.) A shadow?
(With more composure.) If you do talk of witches we shall lose half the
berries we have gathered, and Goodwife Hubbard will scold us roundly.

[Eats a few berries.

RENOUNCE.
You should not eat the berries, Tabitha.