Hathorne. How did he go?
Ann. In black clothes, and he had white hair.
Hathorne. How went the accused?
Ann. She went in her flowered petticoat, and the flowers stood out, and smelt like real ones; her kerchief shone like a cobweb in the grass in the morning, and gold sparks flew out of her hair. Goody Corey fixed her up so with her devilish arts to trap Paul Bayley.
Hathorne. What mean you?
Ann. To trap the black man, your worship. I knew not what I said, I was in such torment.
Hathorne. Olive Corey, did your mother ever so change your appearance by her arts?
Olive. My mother hath no arts, your worship.
Ann. Her cheeks were redder than was common, and her eyes shone like stars.
Hathorne. Olive, did your mother so change your looks?