Phœbe. Massy sakes! I forgot we were witches.
Nancy. Hear that, will ye? Ain't she a-ketchin' it?
Phœbe. Nancy, do you suppose it's the pin I stuck in my doll makes Ann screech that way?
Nancy. Most likely 'tis. Stick in another, and see if she screeches louder.
Phœbe. No, I won't. I'll pull the pin out; 'twas this one in my doll's arm. (Pulls out pin and flings it on the floor.) I won't have Ann hurt so bad as that if Olive did give her the cape. Why don't she stop screeching now, Nancy? Oh, Nancy, somebody's coming! I hear somebody at the door. Crawl under the bed—quick! quick!
[Phœbe gets down and begins to crawl under the bed. Nancy tries to imitate her, but cannot bend herself.
Nancy. Oh, massy! I've got a crick in my back, and I can't double up. What shall I do? (Tries to bend.) I can't; no, I can't! 'Tis like a hot poker. Massy! what 'll I do?
Phœbe. You've got to, Nancy. Quick! the latch is lifting. Quick! quick! I'll push you. No; I'll pull you. Here!
[Pulls Nancy down upon the floor, and rolls her under the bed; gets under herself just as the door is pushed open.
Enter Giles Corey in great excitement.