Abe Lincoln and Harry entered with their host and the travelers sat down to a luncheon of pudding and milk and doughnuts and pie.
"There's no El Dorado about this," said Samson. "Women have to have something more than hopes to work with."
"The women in this country have to do all their dreaming at night," said Mrs. Brimstead.
"El Dorado will not stay long," Samson averred.
"It wouldn't cost much to shoo it off your land," Abe laughed.
"You can't either shoo or shoot it," said Brimstead.
"I look for it just to take the rickets an' die," was the comment of his wife.
"How far do you call it to the sycamore woods?" Lincoln asked as they rose from the table.
"About thirty mile," said Brimstead.
"We must be off if we are to get there before dark," the young statesman declared.