[They face each other as if with crossed swords, left.
GOODY GLEASON
(sighing).
Is the posset done?
SARAH
(despairing).
I cannot tell whether it be done or no.
RESOLUTE
(with her back turned).
If the brew be clear, then the posset is not yet done; but if a little wax float on the top——(Sees Sarah's perplexity, and comes to fire with the air of one bestowing wisdom.) All maids should know how to make healing potions. I marvel that you've learned no hearthstone arts.
SARAH
(as Resolute seats herself at fire).
Mayhap, if I had a hearth I could compass such knowledge, Mistress. But we be forest folk with no roof but the stars.
RESOLUTE.