Mrs. Secord. Nay, sister, nay, be calm!
Send me away light-hearted,
[Kisses her.
I trust in God,
As you for your dear lads. Shew me the way
To gain the woods unseen by friend or foe,
The while these embryo soldiers are engaged.
Widow. I'll go with you a mile or two.
Mrs. Secord. No, no.
It might arouse suspicion.
[She opens the door, and the WIDOW SECORD joins her.
Widow. Times indeed
When every little act has some to watch!