"Well, I don't know much about his affairs, only he never looks at Ann," Mrs. Rutledge observed. "He really don't pay as much heed to Ann as he does to Sis, and that's little enough. I don't suppose he knows what color her eyes are or her hair."
It was at this stage of the visit that the young people were heard coming across the fields, shouting and laughing.
Several of the women arose and looked out.
"Will you look!" Mrs. Benson exclaimed. "There's Abe Lincoln himself!"
"And he's with Ann Rutledge," Mrs. Armstrong observed.
"Abe Lincoln with Ann?" Mrs. Rutledge said, hurrying to the door.
For the moment she looked bewildered. Then she said, "He's wanting something—and just happened to walk with Ann."
"Just hear him laugh," said Aunt Green; "I'm glad he's come. He's a fine hand to take care of the baby."
At the door the other boys in the party declined to come in. Not so with Lincoln.