Giles. The ox was taken strangely, if your mother did pooh at it. The ox was better when she went out of the yard.
Phœbe. There's Aunt Corey now. Who is she talking to?
Enter Martha Corey.
Phœbe. Who were you talking to, Aunt Corey?
Martha. Nobody, child. Good-evening, Ann.
Phœbe. I heard you talking to somebody, Aunt Corey.
Martha. Be quiet, child. I was talking to nobody. You hear too much nowadays. [Takes off her cloak.
Nancy. Mayhap she hears more than folk want her to. I heard a voice too, a gruff voice like a pig's.
Giles. I thought I heard talking too. Who was it, Martha?
Martha. I tell you 'twas no one. Are you all out of your wits? [Gets some knitting-work out of a cupboard and seats herself.