Turner. Unheard-of forbearance!
Dominie Cobb. Can we credit our ears!
Mistress Wells. 'Tis like a miracle!
Mistress Delight. 'Tis not so strange, either. We do not, we cannot know how much power even a very little good will and friendliness may have. I but thought to make my children happy, and because I loved my dear home in Old England I told them of customs there.
Prudence. Mother, I would like to tell the good Elder something.
Patience [aside]. He will only say thou art a forward wench, Prudence.
Prudence. Will he, Mother? Will he frown and say, "Children should be seen and not heard"?
Elder Hopkins. Nay, my little maid. I will listen gladly.
[Prudence goes to him and puts her hands in his.