Sally: Yes, read her letter; she was so afraid of the Yankee soldiers.
Albert: And well she might be, the hounds!
Sally: Hush! (placing right-hand forefinger to lips): Albert, do you forget that our father is one of them?
Albert (walking up and down excitedly): Indeed, I don't forget! I think of it every hour, and it is that which makes me so furious. How can he accept those low-down Northerners as his associates?
Sally: Brother, be still! Look at that face! (Points to Lincoln's portrait.) He is a Northerner, altho' he was born in Kentucky, and for his sake I love them all.
Albert: Then you must hate all your friends and relatives that are fighting against him.
Sally: No, no, dear brother, I do not. Don't you remember how the grand Lincoln closed his inaugural address? "We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave, to every living heart and hearthstone,——"
Albert (interrupting): There, stop, I will not listen to any more of his stuff.
Sally (continuing rapidly): "All over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature." Are those not wonderful words?