“I haven’t seen him, Jim.”
“You don’t have to see him to appreciate that; Nancy Hanks; don’t you see?”
“Oh!” murmured Hope blankly. “But—but why does he call him Nancy?”
“Don’t you know who Nancy Hanks was? My, you don’t know much United States history, do you?”
“I suppose not,” replied Hope humbly.
“Was she a—a nurse or something in the Revolutionary War, Jim?”
“Of course she wasn’t,” answered Jim disgustedly. “You’d better read your history, sis. Where’s Lady?”
“In there.” Hope nodded toward the door. “She wants you to go down town for something.”
“All right; I’ve got to go anyway; got to get some books and stationery. What are you doing?”