shout, which wakes the baby_.]

That noisy little youngster on the floor
Slept through theology but wakes with mirth--
Precocious little creature! He must go
Up to his chamber. Come, Grace, take him off--
Basket and all. Mary will lend a hand,
And keep you company until he sleeps.

[GRACE _and_ MARY _remove the cradle to the chamber,
and_ DAVID _and_ RUTH retire to the cellar_.]

_John_.

[_Rising and yawning_]

Isn't she the strangest girl you ever saw?

_Prudence_.

Queer, rather, I should say. Grace, now, is strange.
I think she treats her husband shamefully.
I can't imagine what possesses her,
Thus to toss taunts at him with every word.
If in his doctrines there be truth enough,
He'll be a saint.

_Patience_.

If he live long enough.