TABITHA.
I know. But they are so sweet. As sweet as the barley sugar Goody
Gurton gives us.

RENOUNCE.
I marvel that our mothers let us hunt for berries at all.

TABITHA
(childishly).
Aye, 'tis not often they are minded to let us stray to the edge of the
forest. I think there is something stirring that we are not to hear,
and that is why our fingers are kept busy. My mother and Goodwife
Prudence Hubbard were deep in talk together; but when I passed they put
their fingers on their lips.

RENOUNCE
(pretending to be vastly impressed).
Did they so!

TABITHA
(looking about her).
I wish I knew where some wild plums grew.

RENOUNCE
(as they continue to gather berries).
Philippe Beaucoeur could tell us, did he but wish to.

TABITHA.
Renounce Wilton! I am ashamed of thee! Thou dost not mean that thou