Albert (turns and coming to center stands): And that is just what I am, a rebel! A rebel against the tyranny of Abraham Lincoln.
(Sally drops into rocking-chair at left-front; buries her face in her handkerchief and sobs violently.)
Albert (comes down): There, there, little sister! don't take on so; surely you have known my sentiments before this.
Sally (rising): O, but you never talked quite so wickedly before. How could you say things like that with his noble, benign face looking straight at you?
Albert (scornfully): Noble, benign face, indeed! I'll tear it into ribbons. I have put up with this thing long enough. (He goes toward picture. Sally runs quickly, intercepts him, and stands in front of picture, placing her arms protectingly across it.)
Albert: Stand aside!
Sally: Never!
Albert (loudly): Stand aside, I say!
Sally: Never!
Mrs. Mortimer (enters at right): Children, what in the world are you doing? Albert, was that you speaking like that to your sister? I could hardly believe my ears. (Albert goes to sofa and buries his face in his hands.) What in the world are you doing, Sally Caroline? Come and sit down.