TOM.
Remember the raccoon hunt we had last summer?
LINCOLN.
Yes, I remember. (Facing about.) To tell you the truth, Tom, I don't mind if things have to be killed outright; but I hate to see them in cages. I like to see 'em free.
TOM.
I know you do, Abe.
POLLY
(merrily).
Oh, Abe, before you came we were all guessing——
LINCOLN.
Guessing?