Olive. They let me loose, but father and mother are in Salem jail.
Paul. Poor lass!
Olive. Can you do naught to help them, Paul?
Paul. Olive, I will help them, if there be any justice or unclouded minds left in the colony.
Olive. Thou art in truth here, Paul; it is thy voice.
Paul. Whose voice should it be, dear heart?
Olive. I know not. For a week I have thought I heard so many voices. The air seemed full of voices a-calling me, but I heeded them not, Paul. I kept all the time at prayer and heeded them not.
Paul. Of course thou didst not. There were no voices to heed.
Olive. Sometimes I thought I heard birds twittering, and sometimes I thought there was something black at my elbow, and in the night-time faces at my window. Paul, was there aught there?
Paul. No, no; there was naught there. Birds and black beasts and faces! This be all folly, Olive!