FRANKLIN.
How is it that you know my name, and yet I do not remember you?
THE OLD WOMAN
(mysteriously).
Perhaps there are too many soothsayers passing, or perhaps you have not looked well about you. Aha, aha! (Nodding and blinking.) There are many things folk do not see.
FRANKLIN
(shrewdly and bluntly).
That's true. My father says that all the witches were not hanged on Salem Hill.
THE OLD WOMAN
(finger upraised).
S-ssh! Never that word! Never that word, Master Franklin! Come, I am for crossing the Common, and for your good-will, and because you are a wise lad, I'll lend you my crystal.
[Gives it to him.
FRANKLIN
(putting book in basket with candles, and turning crystal to the light).