_Nancy._ I know not. My old head bobs like a pumpkin in a pond. I would master and mistress were home. These be troublous times for an old woman. I would I could stir the stopple in the cider-barrel. Look again, and see if mistress be not coming up the road. _Phoebe._ It is of no use. I have looked for a whole week, and she has not come in sight. I want my Aunt Corey! Nancy, have I not done away with the pin pricks? Tell me, will she be not let out of jail? Oh, there's Paul coming past the window! He's got home! Olive! Olive! _Enter_ Paul Bayley. Phoebe _runs to him._ _Phoebe._ Oh, Paul, they've put Aunt Corey and Uncle Corey in Salem jail while you were gone! Can't you get them out, Paul, can't you? _Paul._ Where is Olive? _Phoebe._ She is in her chamber. She stays there all the time at prayer. Olive! Olive! Paul is come. [_Calls at the foot of chamber stairs._ _Paul._ Olive! Olive _comes slowly down the stairs and enters._ _Paul_ (_seizing her in his arms_). Oh, my poor lass, what is this that hath come to thee? _Olive._ This is what thou feared when we parted, Paul, and more. _Paul._ I but heard of it as I came through Salem on my way hither. Oh, 'tis devilish work! _Olive._ They let me loose, but father and mother are in Salem jail. _Paul._ Poor lass! _Olive._ Can you do naught to help them, Paul? _Paul._ Olive, I will help them, if there be any justice or unclouded minds left in the colony. _Olive._ Thou art in truth here, Paul; it is thy voice. _Paul._ Whose voice should it be, dear heart? _Olive._ I know not. For a week I have thought I heard so many voices. The air seemed full of voices a-calling me, but I heeded them not, Paul. I kept all the time at prayer and heeded them not. _Paul._ Of course thou didst not. There were no voices to heed. _Olive._ Sometimes I thought I heard birds twittering, and sometimes I thought there was something black at my elbow, and in the night-time faces at my window. Paul, was there aught there? _Paul._ No, no; there was naught there. Birds and black beasts and faces! This be all folly, Olive! _Olive._ They saw a black man by my side in the meeting-house--Ann saw him. She cried out that the cape I gave her put her to dreadful torment. Can I have been a witch unknowingly, and so done this great evil to my father and mother? Tell me, Paul. _Paul._ Call up thy wits, Olive! I tell thee thou art no witch. There was no black man at thy side in the meeting-house. Black man! I would one would verily lay hands on that lying hussy. Thou art no witch. [Phoebe _rushes to_ Olive, _and clings to her, sobbing._ _Phoebe._ You are not a witch, Olive. You are not. If Ann says so I will pinch her and scratch her. I will! yes, I will--I will scratch her till the blood runs. You are not a witch. I was the one that got them into jail. I stuck pins into my doll, but I have made up for it now. They'll be let out. Don't cry, Olive.