"Where can we get our breakfast?"
"Dunno," he replied, wonderingly.
"Well, how fur is it to the next farm-house?"
"Taint more'n a mile."
"Who lives there?"
"Old Ruben Smith; but he ain't there now."
"Where is he?"
"Dunno; says he's gone to the war, him and his two boys."
"Which army?"
"Dunno."