Prudence [earnestly]. We didn't think it could be wrong, good Elder. Mother said it was the Lord's birthday, and we couldn't help being glad about that, could we? And Mother taught us a song about it.
Elder Hopkins. Then will you sing it for us, little maids?
[Prudence and Patience, hand in hand,
sing their carol once more, while Myles
and Roger go to Reuben Turner and
Gershom Porter and in pantomime apologize
and shake hands with them.
Mistress Porter. Good friends, these little maids and their song do touch my heart.
Turner. Truly, when we sought to bring truth and righteousness to the new land, I fear we were forgetting charity.
Jared. Was Christmas like this in Old England?
Jane. My Mother would never tell me of it.
Priscilla. I would it were so here!
Patience. Mother made the tree for us, but we'd like to give you all something from it. May we, Mother?
Mother. We will gladly share it if the good Elder will forgive any harm we may have done.