Enter Hep., in hat and coat.
Hep. I’ll see you again ’fore you go, Cynthy.
Cyn. (going to door with them). All right. My land! Ain’t it thick?
[Exeunt Hep. and Sam., C.
Hep. (outside). I never see it worse. You can’t see an inch ’fore your nose. Walk along, Samuel Henry!
(Cyn. closes door, walks slowly to fireplace and puts some things into box.)
Ariel Freeman (calling from outside). Miss Cynthy! Oh, Miss Cynthy!
Cyn. (hurrying to door and opening it). Ariel! You blessed child!
Enter Ariel. She is about eighteen; light complexioned; exceedingly pretty.
Ariel. Don’t touch me! I’m soaked! (Throws her coat off.) Will this be all right?