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. Clementina: Golly! I's glad o' dat. Bress de Lawd foh Abraham Linkum. (_Dances a few steps and then exits at right, running._) Auntie Temp: She hain't got no sense Miss' Em'line, so you-all mus' jes' nachually fohgive her foh jes' fohgettin' 'bout what all dis yere wah cost you-all. (_Bowing head and speaking softly and sadly._) But I knows, I knows, Miss' Em'line, an' I's powe'ful sorry foh you-all. (_Exit at right, head still bowed._) Mrs. Mortimer (_sits in rocking-chair at right-front_): Yes, the cost _has_ been great (_speaking slowly and weighing each word carefully_), O, how great! and our noble leader who said he now longed only to bind up the Nation's wounds has been taken from us. How will it be now, I wonder? They tell me the war is over. Lee has surrendered--but where, O where (_rises and walks up and down_) are my poor husband and our boy? It has been long since I have had a letter from either. Perhaps they have both died fighting for the cause in which each believed. Poor, misguided Albert! how could he ever have gone against the flag of his forefathers? (_Exit at left._)