chintz. By these windows a table set for supper, with a white linen
cloth and delicately sprigged china. Quaint chairs with spindle legs.

Against the right wall a secretary with a shelf full of handsomely-
bound books. Near this two chairs with high backs that would screen
from view any one sitting in them.

There is a door at right background opening into the hall.

Another door at left near background, opening into another room.

At the rise of the curtain Roger Burchard is discovered seated at the
table, on which a generous supper lies spread; while Elizabeth, his
wife, is bending at the hearth.

ELIZABETH.
The kettle hath not yet boiled for thy second cup, Roger. 'Tis slow,
yet I do not worry, for 'tis only twilight, and there is a good hour
yet ere we are due at the special meeting of the Friends, and Deborah
Read is to come with us. Does thee know, Roger, I sometimes think that
for all her saucy ways Mistress Deborah Read is half a Friend at heart.
When I do speak she listens to me most attentively.

ROGER.
Thee should not _force_ belief upon another, Elizabeth.
ELIZABETH
(demurely).
I did not force: I did but talk to her, Roger. Thee knows I sun not
over eloquent. How should a worldly maid of Philadelphia give ear to
me?