Sarah: Yes, we thought we heard something.
Mrs. Lincoln: Take off your hat, my son. I do wish you didn't need telling that so often.
John (removes hat): But I want Abe.
Mrs. Lincoln: What for?
John: To help me carry in the wood. There's a big storm coming.
Mrs. Lincoln: Well, he isn't here.
John: Isn't here? What do you mean? I didn't see him go away.
Mrs. Lincoln: No, he went away while you were gone to the woods with your father's lunch. This is his birthday, so I let him walk to Gentryville to get me some thread. You folks wear out your clothes so fast that it takes a lot of thread to keep you from being bundles of rags.
John (sulkily): And must I get that wood in all alone?