- Deacon Parry: It's about Abigail and her doings.
- Elisha Hunt: How does that concern you, Deacon?
- Deacon Parry: Concerns every God-fearing body in the hollow. Elisha, there's been a shameless heathen a-singing in the valley.
- Elisha Hunt: Singing?
- Deacon Parry: e-yah, night; kinda wild and foreign like. Disturbing our bible readings. Devilling our young'uns onto more than, ahem, proper courting. Setting the dogs to howling like the fiend was in 'em.
- Elisha Hunt: What has this strange music to do with Abigail?
- Deacon Parry: She is a-makin' it.On that music box she bought to Abernathy's.
- Elisha Hunt: You're mistaken, Deacon. There's no music box here. She sold it. I'm afraid you'll have to look elsewhere for your culprit.
- Deacon Parry: I tell you it's Abigail, Elisha. It only plays nights, when you're away from home. Who else would know your comings and goings so well?
- Deacon Parry: From where does this disturbance come?
- Deacon Parry: From the hill top yonder. From the cave, most likely.