Father Hart

It may be truth. We do not know the limit of those powers God has permitted to the evil spirits For some mysterious end. You have done right (to MARY); It's well to keep old innocent customs up.

(MARY BRUIN has taken a bough of quicken wood from a seat and hung it on a nail in the door-post. A girl child strangely dressed, perhaps in faery green, comes out of the wood and takes it away.)