Mary Ann. (Turns to Sophronia,) You do not answer, Sophronia. Let me ask you one or two more questions. Do you suppose Kate Merrill believes that she has a revelation from God?
Sophronia. No, Mary Ann.
Mary Ann. Do you suppose she thinks you believe so?
Sophronia. Why, yes, I do.
Mary Ann. Then, is it benevolent to bestow money to encourage an old woman in telling for truth what she knows to be false?
Sophronia. I doubt whether it is really benevolent.
Mary Ann. And if Old Kate speaks falsely and knows she does so, and you know it, yet spend your time in listening to what she has to say, what good can come of it to head or heart?
Sophronia. None at all, Mary Ann. It is time wasted, and I am convinced that I have been doubly wrong in wishing to go, and in being angry with you. Will you forgive me?
Mary Ann. Certainly, Sophronia. And now, if you wish for amusement, I will be a witch myself, and tell your fortunes for you.
Sophronia. Oh, do tell mine; and be sure you tell it truly. What lines of fate do you see in my hand?