- [first lines]
- Cynthia Stanhope: [points to Indians in the nearby woods] Auntie!
- Aunt Agatha: Why, aren't they handsome!
- Cynthia Stanhope: Aunt Agatha!
- Aunt Agatha: At my age, a lady no longer has to hide her admiration for handsome men.
- Aunt Agatha: What are they?
- Wagon driver: Iroquois.
- Aunt Agatha: Are they friendly?
- Wagon driver: I don't call a poisonous snake my friend on account of he don't bite me.
- Cynthia Stanhope: How do I look, Aunt Agatha?
- Aunt Agatha: Like a very proper lady going to tea.
- Wagon driver: Ha!
- Cynthia Stanhope: Evidently you don't approve.
- Wagon driver: When a woman puts on her war paint, she's more dangerous than any Mohawk.
- Aunt Agatha: It's just that we like our scalps with something under them.
- Minikah: ...for men do nothing they enjoy so much as dying, knowing that women will go on making new life, to take the place of all the wasted dead.
- Captain Langley: Sergeant!
- Sergeant: Yes, sir?
- Captain Langley: Have them drive that wagon in back of the arsenal. Keep a guard posted on it until it is unloaded.
- Sergeant: Yes, sir!
- Butler: Something precious?
- Captain Langley: Muskets and powder.
- [observes Cynthia's arrival with her Aunt Agatha]
- Captain Langley: But there's something really precious!
- Butler: She appears to be already well-guarded.
- Captain Langley: The chaperone may need relief.
- Cynthia Stanhope: Greta, do you love Jonathan?
- Greta Jones: Jonathan does not love me... nothing else matters. It is that way many times. Love commands but never obeys.