Uncle Link,
you want that I should steam this longer?
LINK
(absently)
Oh,
A kittleful, a kittleful.
POLLY
(coming over to him)
Now, then,
I'm ready for school.—I hope I've drawed the map
all right.
LINK
Map? Oh, the map!
(Surveying the woodpile reminiscently, he nods.)
Yes, thar she be:
old Gettysburg!
POLLY
I know the places—most.
LINK
So, do ye? Good, now: whar's your marker?