Mrs. Mortimer: But everything's changed now, you know, Aunt Temp: there aren't any slaves any more, and so we must teach you colored people to take care of yourselves.
Auntie Temp: Yes, I know, I yerd lots o' dat kin' o' talk jes' dese yere days, but I reckon I jes' stays right heah wif you-alls twell I dies.
Clementina (running in from right): O, mammy, did you-all heah de music?
Auntie Temp: Go 'long ye good-foh-nuthin' shif'less niggah; doan ye see de mist'ess?
Clementina (turns and ducks her head and shoulders: a rude imitation of a curtsy): O, 'scuse me Miss' Em'line. I was jes' plum' crazy ovah dat fife. Golly, but dat's fine!
Mrs. Mortimer: You can play as well as a man, Clementina: come here. (Mrs. Mortimer takes Clementina's hand and leads her to Lincoln's picture.) Do you know who this is?
Clementina (looking very serious): Suah I duz, Miss' Em'line; dis heah (lays her hand on picture) is de good Massa Linkum what said to all de people eve'ywha's, up in the Norf 'n' down in de Souf, dat dere shouldn't nevah no moah be any slaves anywha's. (Joyfully and enthusiastically): Golly, but I's glad he done libed.
Mrs. Mortimer (bowing head sorrowfully and speaking slowly and softly): Yes, indeed, we are all glad of that: and now you may go, Clementine.
Clementina (comes down while Mrs. Mortimer remains looking at picture. Clementina, when near right exit, turns and runs back to Mrs. Mortimer): O, I say, Miss' Em'line, de good Marsa Linkum done gone dead now, an' won't dey take us all back foh slaves ag'in?
Mrs. Mortimer (coming down): No, you poor child, don't be afraid, slavery is done with forever and forever. No one can ever undo the work of Abraham Lincoln.