Rises, with a shrug.
Good evening!
He crosses to the portraits of Darwin and Spencer.
You made quite a stir in your time, didn't you? Well, it's all up with you!
Martha.
In a voice strident with nervousness.
Raised from the dead?
Uncle Abe.
That's what they says, Mis' Martha. Folks calls 'im Laz'rus in ref'ence to de Bible chil' what riz up jes' same way lak', outen de daid col' tomb.
The Indian boy enters from the kitchen, his shoes and trousers spattered with mud. Uncle Abe looks at him, then at the others, and whispers to Rhoda. Martha bustles forward, hiding her agitation in scolding speech.