"Where?"
"Gone out to split rails for some folks that have come in from Indiana and are taking a homestead near Turtle Ford. He's going to split enough rails to fence the clearing. He's to get one yard of brown jeans dyed with white walnut bark for every four hundred rails. It's to make some new breeches."
"That's an awful lot of work for a pair of pants."
"Yes, but look at the length of his legs. A fellow with legs like that will always have to work extra to keep them covered."
"I wanted to see him."
"He's coming back. I heard him telling Pa he was going to open a store here for a man named Offutt. His wares haven't come yet. They will be here by the time the new breeches are ready. Then you can see him. You'll think him half-baboon and half-giraffe and he won't even notice you only to say 'Yes'm' and pull off his hat."
"Does he have any name? You didn't tell it."
"Name? O yes," and Nance laughed. "He's named after Abraham, of the Abraham, Isaac and Jacob family. The rest of his name is Lincoln."
"Abraham Lincoln," Ann repeated. "I don't think that's such a bad sounding name."