Olive. No, your worship; I do not know what Ann may mean. I fear she be ill.
Hathorne. Mercy Lewis, did you see Olive Corey with the black man?
Mercy. Yes, your worship; and she called out to me to go with them to the dance, and I should have the black man for a partner; and when I would not she afflicted me, pulling my hair and pinching me.
Hathorne. How appeared she to you?
Mercy. She was dressed like a puppet, finer than I had ever seen her.
Hathorne. Olive, what did you wear when you walked with the black man?
Olive. Your worship, I walked with no black man.
Ann. There he is now, standing behind her, looking over her shoulder.
Hathorne. What say you to that, Olive?
Olive (looking in terror over her shoulder). I see no one. I pray you, let my father stand near me.