You should not eat the berries, Tabitha.
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).